Death was a rodent which ate it's way, inch by inch, through your entrails, chewed at your liver and stomach, severed tendon from organ, until finally, when you were alone in the dark, it sat gorged and sleek next to your head, it's eyes resting, it's wet muzzle like a kiss, a promise whispered in your ear.
The Neon Rain
James Lee Burke
1987
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Gordon Parks
Chicago 1957
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