simplybeth
pulling my feet along the road, turning amongst the beer bottles, the condom wrappers, the bent grass, I find a photograph. The corners bent, smeared with gasoline, the woman looks over the man's shoulders, eyes dead. The man grips her hands, pulling them, making her his hostage.
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