Lines Left on The Cutting Room Floor - January 17, 2019
The line of people leaving, a living scar
across the flesh that was our home, stretched far
beyond where I, at six years old, could see.
Even now, that child breathes in me.
Lines Left on The Cutting Room Floor - January 17, 2019
The line of people leaving, a living scar
across the flesh that was our home, stretched far
beyond where I, at six years old, could see.
Even now, that child breathes in me.