Something is not,
in her clear-cut cognizance.
one inimitable facet, left black

"I sat staring, in the pick-up, at his raw dripping fingertips. He had been punching everything solid in sight. Tasting the blood as if it were the last drop of water on earth. That twitchy smile was so proud of what he had done. I kept looking at the clock, 11:15, 11:18, 11:25. We sat there in silence as I thought of anything else I could say. Something had to be said. My mind warped around like a tornado, nothing came out. I was too scared and too stupid to say anything, so I said nothing"