[ID: a nine panel comic done in black and white.
A person with shoulder-length black hair and freckles and blood on their face reaches out their hands to touch the faces of three un-detailed people. The detailed person asks, âDid I write myself as gentle instead of hungry?â
A scarred hand reaches down after a phone that is charging. The caption to the left of it reads, âI wrote a poem about eating a girl bleuâ
A scarred hand reaches up. A molar lingers above the thumb and a canine hovers around the palm. The caption to the right reads, âIâm sorry you read it in a way that made me out to be a romanticâ In the space between this panel and the next, the caption reads, â(sorry you fell for a version of me that doesnât exist.)â
A baseball bat lays, bloodied, on the floor, in a pool of black blood. The caption reads, âThe act of beating words into stains doesnât make the blood or bat sacredâ
A hand reaches out to dispense soap from a plastic soap bottle with a picture of a honey wand on it. The caption reads, âThe soap by the sink is Milk & Honey scentedâ
The apartmentâs ceiling. The caption reads, âIt doesnât make this apartment Jerusalemâ
A set of hands, washing, with a halo and rays of light behind them as they drip water from where theyâre held together like a prayer. The caption below them reads, âIt doesnât make our hands holyâ
The caption on the left reads, âWhen I said âI have a lot of theories on bodiesââ A stomach, drawn in black, drips bile from its disconnected ends. The caption on the right reads, âââour bodies were meant to hold other bodies.ââ
The detailed person with black hair pulls back their lips, revealing their teeth. The caption to the right of them reads, âI meant that we have canines for a reasonâ