The Government is Lying to You and Trying to Kill You (or, I Tried to Write an Aubade but Wrote This Instead)
If the government doesn’t kill me
I’ll choke on my own bile
Alone, forsaken, reviled.
If the government doesn’t kill me
I’ll choke on my own bile
Alone, forsaken, reviled.
Her fury, her hurt, her fear and shame was pure focus. She dug deeper into her legs. The blood began to run down her thighs, soaking through her dress and forming a small puddle in the pew.