EVERYTHING HURTS. her LEGS & ARMS, her HEART & SOUL. everything hurts — it burns through her heart and through the bruises on her hips      (    it’s supposed to hurt, she knows that it is, but sometimes —    ).      she likes the silence of the streets of NEW YORK at night, likes the distance that she takes from his screams     (    where do you think you’re going, you whore? come back, come back, COME BACK    ) .       ❛    you shouldn’t be ALONE around here at night. it’s dangerous.    ❜