These were clutched inside the uphill side of a tower. You were a princess trapped by your own habits and history. You bunked with a boy who kissed your girlfriend once. The same one who came up this same stairwell with her friends to say goodbye, while your friends huddled around you in case she had a knife. In case she did to you what she did to your plush cat. There was a beautiful kitchen window there though, and cheap rent; Where your dad instinctively ducked to the floor while helping move you and a friend into the apartment when the fighter jets flew overhead. [[g8d]]