Aug 2014
A blackbird slams into the
glass door and splatters, leaving
red lines across small stained hands.
Eyes fly up
(...I'm so sorry)
flatline.
And before I can speak
the children start to cry.
glass door and splatters, leaving
red lines across small stained hands.
Eyes fly up
(...I'm so sorry)
flatline.
And before I can speak
the children start to cry.
(South Africa)
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