My Alma Mater Emails A Coupon for Will-Writing Services In the Middle of A Pandemic
And on the seventh day, my body unrests into a less-than-holy reckoning. On day 27, I try to take a deep breath and my chest tightens not like a vise, but a bellows with a diaphragm left slaughtered— too weak to blow any life back into the ever-decaying fire. On day 64, the oxygen catches in my lungs and, I… Read more →
