came running into the kitchen, blood running down her chin two
teeth in her palms, hands open wide like her eyes both blistered with
tears and stained pink flowers on the Sunday dress weeping he pushed
me down, fell flat on my face now can’t find my shoes, don’t remember
where I left them, they must have gotten stuck in the mud, she can’t stop
crying the family all fluttering, Grandmother gasping, her old bones trembling
remembering the time she too fell, a knot on her knee that wakes up every time
the rain rolls through the big Ohio sky.
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Title by: Sophical
Story by: Jeremy
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So urgent. So good.