by Jay Udall
The someone we killed,
my cousin and I
in our youth, a face
I can’t see, but weak
and dumb—he was ours,
the air become red,
limbs and head severed Continue reading
by Jay Udall
The someone we killed,
my cousin and I
in our youth, a face
I can’t see, but weak
and dumb—he was ours,
the air become red,
limbs and head severed Continue reading
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