I dragged his body to where nobody could find him. first degree murder. I dragged his lean frame to a place by the chiseled cliffs, where the water met the golden sand. It would hum a tune as the ocean swallowed him. and carried him to a place beyond hands, beyond limbs and beyond voices. It was the only way to remove Silky Robinson from your life. Emotional abusers are like plankton. Silky was the flesh eating kind. he'd suck the joy right out of you through a child's straw and blow bubbles with it. Watching your pain bounce up and down, your emotions become unsteady, and joy become alien in your perfect Nevada. Life with him was regimented. A concentration camp. Reality, different version's of pain. It was clear to me that no amount of running would help me escape him, his scent sea moss, the memories that framed our bedside painting an image of bliss. Yet the illusion was not real. I waited desperately for the sands of time to deplete their resources. I