I imagine a dream. In which I'm a soldier. And I'm walking. On the faces. Of dead women. And everyone I've. Left behind me. . It's the year when. The troops entered.
Erica, Erica. Is watching. Danielle, Danielle. Is hiding. Erica, Erica. Is counting. . Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen. Twelve, eleven, ten, nine. . Erica, Erica.