By Ella Jaya Sranto the screams.
to the glass-shattering pleas for life
that no one but they can hear.
to the wooden desks that were my sanctuary
By Purvi ShahYou had a name no one
could hold between their
teeth. So they pronounced
By Wo ChanShe closed the doors
and then the blinds
and then her face, midday.
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