excerpts from stories i will never write

and so  again  i am a young girl  running to her Father begging, please make it go away  not knowing what exactly it is  not being able to quantify it or know what it would take to make it leave  only knowing that i am scared  and hurt and words won’t capture the desire to be safe from it   however it may come to pass, please take it  away. --5.4.19

orange and black four, three blocks  was it printed on that guy's hat?      no, but it looked like it. was that it on the tv?      not quite, but it reminded me of it. and now i'm remembering  black black black orangeblack black