by J. Motoki His last words hiss under the pendulum of the lightbulb. Flash burns, sloughed flesh. He is an insect collapsing on itself, body rocked by spasms, arched back, feet drumming the basement floor. Dad, attending to death, stumbles through the house at odd hours. His child sleeps with both arms wrapped around […]
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