My tormentors

My Tormentors By Laura McHale Holland They lurk in the spaces between words, in the pause before the stoplight changes from yellow to red. Always the same burgundy hue, they shift shapes, stand on the roof, slip into the junk drawer, crawl across palm fronds lining...

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