Salvation of Salvo

             “If there’s dirty deeds need doin’, I’ll do ‘em dirt cheap.”

                                       indie/selective fuse

     “  An  old  …  friend  of  yours  ,  I’m  assuming  ?  I’ve  heard  about  what  happened  the  last  time  she  showed  her  face  .  “

“Um, yeah... You could say that. She’s never been one for quittin’, but doesn’t look like she’s here by choice. What the bloody hell is the Syndicate thinking with this...?”

“Um... Renee, Pathy, could use a res over here...”

Cayenne

Everyone says that you're so bright, so loud, so much and maybe you are or maybe you're covering up that gaping wound in your chest with fireworks. Or maybe you really are so bright so warm so hot but sometimes you wonder if anything will ever be enough to soothe that aching burning cold fire in your chest. You don't know what it is, can't ever let yourself close enough to that pyre to know if it's anger or fear or loneliness or grief but it's there and if you're good enough, funny enough, bold enough, maybe you can hide it from everyone else. Maybe there's enough of you and enough of the world that you can outrun it forever, your own fire bright enough to put that wound to shame. Bright enough to prove to everyone, anyone, yourself, your mother, your father, your friends, your classmates, the world, that you're enough. You're enough. You're enough.