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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4127 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention No Warmth Steve Williams I. I died today. My legs wavered. My heart reached to the sun, grabbed hold, pulled it close. I shivered. No honey I can’t move back in with you and mommy. II. My father and I don’t speak. Spears of truth have pierced our shields, our joust complete. The wall bisects opposing fields where we wallow, skewered by wooden staffs, planted in cold mud. We bleed on splinters, I shiver. |
