She’d just grown up with it: the smell of muscle and the clench of fist some fucker yelling with whiskey on his breath it was get a tattoo or shoot a goddamn gun. They were too bloody young but they were old enough to know from the lip split rib cracked hand upside the… Continue reading harm less no. 5
Author: Eleanor Jackson
Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.
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