You know what’s hot? Facial injuries. Cuts. Split lips and split eyebrows and grazed foreheads and scratched cheeks. Blood on your face. Scabs on your face. Talking through the pain. Defiance with a split lip. Everyone can see it, everyone can see you’re hurt. I don’t even have to undress you to know it. Every time you look in a mirror. Every time you touch your face. Scabs under your fingers. Markings. Mine.