“I was thirteen years old and I fell asleep in the stables at the rodeo where my sister was competing and I woke up to hear her being raped and strangled. She was kicking out at the stall and I could hear this choking gasping, this help me, help me Daddy and this man was saying shut your fucking mouth you little Indian whore, shut your fucking mouth or I’ll kill you, but that’s exactly what he was doing to her, he was killing her as he was raping her, she died while he was still inside her and I should have moved, I should have run, I should have done something but I was so scared, I was so scared that he would do the same thing to me that I lay there and listened to my sister die.”

She threw the coffee out of the cup all over the ground, watched the dark liquid seep into the dry earth and disappear. “I lay there and I listened to her die.”


Artwork by Kristin Lebovitz