The Raider Wire

Empty Wombs

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

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 unbuttoning and the tears, she realizes they’re lying.   She used to find solace in...

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