" Yo, in this lost fight, he say, like daring me to fail, like mockery, You love me, Sengle? And I feel, this ain't no love, we be like ghosts in hell - like after death you lose your thoughts, but keep your body in a bliss of nightmares - and I say furiose, Ain't going to lie, I do. He press me down beneath him, say my name, and say he love me also. Then every terrify hate be gold. Darkness better than no light, and I creep out to solitary night and think of killing him, or how he kill me in some madness. Feel it ending so, is like a war must end with burning death. "

― Sandra Newman , The Country of Ice Cream Star