I lie face down on the black leather couch. After three years of coming here, I am finally weeping.
Man Attempting to Comprehend his Place in the Universe, Time, and Space, Darwin Leon.
“That was lethal,” my mother said, closing the front door behind her.
The Rape, oil on canvas, Darwin Leon
In the early 1970s, '71 or '72, I think, (see how already the narrative breaks down), I was raped by a man I did not know.