The Raider Wire

For the feel of gentle moisture will never substitute
for the touch of that child she left to die, 
drowned in some antiseptic sea.

Empty Wombs

Cameron Conner, Staff Writer December 16, 2013

She’s the kind of girl who calls everybody baby. Honey, sugar, sweetie; she’s always making friends. They tell her they love her in between burnt sugar kisses, and in the lull between the...

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