Holed Up – Sierra July

I press my hand to the pit wall, feel it purr like it wants me bumbling half-blind in its gut. But I want out. “Why we down here, papa?” “You think I got answers, you’re loopy, Star. One day your mama and me was living happy, next we’re tossed from home, you plopped out right... Continue Reading →

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