By: Janna Vought Daddy’s dying, doesn’t know my name. Machines next to the bed hum him a lullaby. A fly escapes through an open window, into the unnatural bright day. How did we get here? I used to be young. Now,…
By: Janna Vought Daddy’s dying, doesn’t know my name. Machines next to the bed hum him a lullaby. A fly escapes through an open window, into the unnatural bright day. How did we get here? I used to be young. Now,…