mmae_ee

Last night, I left the basement light on.

The stairs creaked and my paper-thin pajamas

rustled as the sickly little bulb pulled me close.

It’s 10 pm; the moon trickles through the big window above my bed and I feel a strong hand rub my back. A sweet, familiar voice draws me awake and out of bed.

The justice part of the American justice system has left the building.

You should absolutely not be able to convict someone of a crime and have them suffer zero consequences.

No jail time.

No parole.