Glissade

Familiar slogans clog social media pipelines. The red river swells with braids undone.

When the second punch meets K’s lips, he is still imagining this is not happening.

I sit with the inconsolable soul of the dark— The voices of pleasure in the deep woods

At nineteen, a man carries me over water and my fear drops me into guilt. I like to tell you that I am young…

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