When you bleed, everyone’s either indifferent, busy, or powerless, or they’re who shot you. Some of them step on your hands as you try to stand. No one’s coming. No one’s going to help. Maybe they’ll toss words at you, but that’s all. So crawl through the glass on your shredded body, or die. Those are the only choices.

— Asher's Maxim 415

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Asher Black is a former literary and review editor who writes, thinks, reads, listens, and is interested in the interior darkness of the soul.

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