Pigeon-chested children with streaming noses dive weightless into still water breaking circles into smaller circles, rebounding against sunlight their laughter feels like a cold hand around my neck as I imagine their futures the girl with the black hair, she’ll be raped by her uncle her mother will tell her, she is a dirty little […]
Without a Clue, of What’s in Store, for Her Future…
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