Everyday some brown …
Krista Franklin
I didn’t want one child. I wanted a thousand. Because though you may try, you can’t kill all of them. My body couldn’t birth a thousand, so I didn’t even bring one here. I let you have them. One by one, and …
Give me the night, you beasts hissing over the face of this dead …
The handwriting is on the wall …
Indigo pool, color of the wings …