the jacket had been lyingin the same spot under the treefor days now…days after he was buriedhours, minutes, momentssince she cried lastvowing not to thinkof a tormentoror his toxic airs the air was stillso much so thatmovementappeared to be a mythleaves frozenunder imagined icejust like her dreams dreams she could not abandonnow they could not … Continue reading The Jacket
The Jacket
