Cut deep into the body, deliver a flesh wound to memories, let them bleed into the heart. Savor the honeygold of sweet moments, taste the rust of any wrongdoings. Feel memories press against all that contains you—the molecules of mercy & malevolence, twisted helixes of dreams & derangements. The language of somnambulance does not apply now. You can’t cry wolf. You can’t claim you did not know what you were doing. The laws of cause & effect will govern your next steps. Where will you turn when you hear us call your name? Where will you hide when your blood money can no longer buy you a way out?