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.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
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.
