Chokehold by Shay Ruth

Mar 2013

Let me go
She hissed at the wind
Fire in her eyes, wounds on her neck
Singeing tips of stumbling trees
Chomping at the lethal, imprinted grips
Let me go, let me be cursed
Let me be

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Shay Ruth Chicago, IL

(Chicago, IL)

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