. Why do I feel the urge
to stroke the crime
as though it were my child,
to cup my hands
around the horror
and prevent it from going out?
These words are a fragment of a poem I wrote a nearly a...
to stroke the crime
as though it were my child,
to cup my hands
around the horror
and prevent it from going out?
These words are a fragment of a poem I wrote a nearly a...
