November 7, 2016

“The man flicked through the television channels while I stood uneasily between the living room and kitchen. The images were of woman, woman, woman. Woman swinging her dead child in winter. Woman opening her body up with her fists. Woman lying across a kitchen counter with a cleaver to her back. Woman being scraped clean with a rusted utensil. Woman half-buried within the dirt. Woman straining with birth…”

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