Holed Up – Sierra July

I press my hand to the pit wall, feel it purr like it wants me bumbling half-blind in its gut. But I want out.

“Why we down here, papa?”

“You think I got answers, you’re loopy, Star. One day your mama and me was living happy, next we’re tossed from home, you plopped out right along with us, just a squirming little thing in our arms. Could be ‘cause we didn’t approve the law. Could be ‘cause our strung-up laundry didn’t shine bright enough. Who knows?”

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