by Daulton Dickey. It always rains ashes when the city’s on fire. Another weekend when the sky’s falling. Someone somewhere screams. Standing in a dark room, I wrap my fingers around my lower teeth, yank my hand to distend my jaw, and scream. The smell of sulphur fills the air and threatens to gag me, […]
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