"Every day" not "everyday," fortune cookie. Get it together. Jesus.
"Yea though I walk through the strip mall, in chains of iron, thrown to the lions, hunted by sirens, can’t you hear them screaming? Like so many demons, give me something to believe in, step on out of the mist, with your hair falling red, all down your breast—
you’ve been running through my head.”
Ligaya Victorio-Reyes, from Christmas Visit (Philippine Review, 1943)