May 2012
8 posts
We were born in a dank swamp, grew up in the...
But The War wanted him, too. Never has an earthly waterfall ever matched the magnitude of falling water as my tearing eyes did, the day the letter came. It could not have him. My insanity would deny the country their soldier, for he would surely die otherwise. He placed his hands into my brain and eased me, pleased me, never using nor abusing, as The War would. His hands covered me entirely,...
