declared on a bunk bed in a cabin by a river your voice the sweetest sound of poison (I cannot forget) even in the heat …
Friend by Melissa Sussens
Do you know how often I still think of you? How many hours I’ve lost scrolling through the shrine of your Instagram; how I am …
Daisy by Melissa Sussens
You spend all day lining them up for slaughter, one by one onto the conveyor before bullet is silenced by brain, knife slithers over throat, …