“I danced, and the slow, simmering anger boiled to rage in my veins, propelling me onward, until I dropped in the dead center of the floor, hopelessly entangled in scarlet skeins, panting for breath and waiting for the heavy clouds that fogged my brain and my vision to clear.”

“I danced, and the slow, simmering anger boiled to rage in my veins, propelling me onward, until I dropped in the dead center of the floor, hopelessly entangled in scarlet skeins, panting for breath and waiting for the heavy clouds that fogged my brain and my vision to clear.”

— Jennifer Saint