“departures”
dead fields of corn surround the city and
it takes time to rest your hands. winter
cold gripping the legs of teenage boys and
girls and tossing them into broken homes. old
grey skies mix the past, present, and future
into one cohesive display of
lifelessness. heroes with rifles and flags
rust on the outskirts of town. no one talks,
no one comes
out.
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