A city of edges

what person names a city after a razor.  a person who likes bare things.  bare legs. bare land. bare trees. is it a good city.   good for cutting up people and throwing them away.  why am i here?  because i must like edges.  this is the edge of the world.

this violence is never domesticated

I once thought that everyone loved. that there was no evil in the world. I once thought that men protected women.  I once thought that a man would not hit a woman. or throw her out of the house naked. or beat her. or spray her with pepper spray. or shove a gun up her vagina. or lock her in a room.  or throw her onto concrete or out a window. I know know there is infinite evil in the world.  is this world worth living in.  sometimes i wonder.  sometimes i know.  just try to keep the evil at bay.  it is difficult.  i am not sure it can be stopped.  not when violence is called domestic.  what a joke.  domestic violence, makes it seem less violent.  when it is actually more violent.  it is the violence by a "loved' one. ha.  loved aka hated aka evil aka masked by love.  not love.