Crabs Feasting on Eyeballs by Matthew Dexter
When the dog died, I carried his corpse in my arms around the block ’til my running shoes were filled with blood and my toes loaded with blisters. The last time I saw my sister was after the argument that foreshadowed her catapult from the Golden Gate Bridge. I hear her bones cracking in my… Read More Crabs Feasting on Eyeballs by Matthew Dexter