—— & as much as she knows deep down beyond

         a { cold } façade,  would never t r u l y mean

         to harm her,   it’s hard. Her guise so implies

                                                       otherwise

          & yet Blake can’t help but to cringe. Cringe

         at the inquiry that strikes deep; down to her

         very marrow as well as marring her skin. 

         Fingers will curl, uncurl, a tumble of hair 

         tousled and tossed before she will get any

         form of an answer to the pale pink grazed

         along her shoulder. 

“ It’s not anything I would think you’d…understand. I could be wrong, but —— 

              most of the time, the protests, the campains ? They didn’t end well. “

 ——A deep sigh. She has never been able to

         suppress the  s h a k i n g  that haunts her

         fingers.

” The humans would throw rocks. But it’s not something you should worry about. “