Danusha Laméris: Omens
I wish I could make sense
of the child’s empty bed,
the bullet hole though my brother’s heart.
January 27, 2020 · 2 Comments
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I wish I could make sense
of the child’s empty bed,
the bullet hole though my brother’s heart.