Demanding that a woman complies to his authority is in my mind akin to rape.  Because you do not have her consent, after all.  You just have

To scrape beneath the surface brings with it its own mortality. To bleed and feel a fire made flesh. Ruby colored pulp trickles downward,...

It was a hot day in June. I sat alone in a cemetery and cried. Someone mowed the grass nearby, children played on the street, and...