Troubled Girl

I befriend a young girl. I’m a young boy. I’d like to get into bed with her, to make love to her of course; the emotion is more like a nap or a soul-embrace. She has a terrible secret that prevents this. Some man comes at night. There is fear of his destined approach. We wait together.

There is a box car. Strip away the steel. There are layers and layers of interwoven steel strips lining the car. Strip away the steel. The last layer reveals a platoon of solders cavorting with the girl; she’s helpless among them. They are crude in their jovial taunting. They are all in on it. They all get a piece of her.