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The State Doesn’t Love Your Children
Joe’s number came up, and he never came home. Homesick for the innocence of teenage summers, driving his dad’s truck down to the moonlit beach, with a couple of cans that they shouldn’t have had, and a couple of friends he’d never see again. Joe’s sister was an unwed mother, but he still wrote to…
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Intolerable
Hell rains from the skies, terror tears through weeping doors. Intolerable.
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Stay Away From Me
She left a potential death sentence on the fridge, my eyes roll, relaxing into a coffin, because I won’t sleep for the rest of the night, when I am gnawed at by anxiety, over what all this vagueness means, and… Christ, what if I die? What if she’s left the death on the towels in…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 