This is the second in a series of three pieces. The first can be read here.
by Kelsey Hamlin
It shows in the way she comes out from the bedroom, shirtless, gripping the sides of her hips, pulling her skin from her sides with fists full of flesh, asking of her daughter, “how do I get rid of this?”
When they ask “why didn’t she just leave?” I want to tell them of failed escape routes On average, seven attempts to leave Damp paper planes and keyless locks Choose-your-own adventure stories that offer no choice. No exit.
A back breaks in a field, does it make a sound? Crackling like lightning, striking fear into onlookers and passerby’s alike. No one wants to get whipped.