Archive | February 19, 2015

Poetry ( by David Hernandez, a guy who really gets it)

  Lisa By David Hernadez Last night I traced with my finger the long scar on my love’s stomach as if I was following a road on a map. I heard the scream of tires, saw the flash of chrome, her six-year-old body a rag doll bleeding at the seams. It is foolish of me more »

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