Wednesday

grime




Mona fears violence. Every step of the path. Her underground shelter's going fast. She's on the way to the city from country to country. Fascist bullets and bullies're everywhere. The lam the lines of escape are frittered....
-- her plan's to invent new ones invisible cant seen escape one and two.. three to go out the door..the line out the window's death's drowing scene.. Birth's lacuna's not what they encourage as the enemy one's dont possess courage's grit... nor love's strong handed body ... gripping and pullin up the half drowned one.. comfort's god's plastic kipped capped their give...