his blue satin blanket

As long, drawn-out deaths go, his seemed impossible to frame temporally, though I know it took five days. It was, though, as I realized this only recently a few nights ago, the inverse of his birth. He was born quiet. Despite the escalating panic in the delivery suite, he was the only one there unaffected... Continue Reading →


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