ARTICLES BY Rhett Iseman Trull

  • August 6, 2018
    The Real Warnings Are Always Too Late   I want to go back to the winter I was born and warn you that I will flood through your life like acid and you will burn yourselves on me. On my sixteenth birthday, I will use the candles to set the basement aflame and run out laughing, wearing smoke like a new dress. With a pocket knife, I will try to root out that life you so eagerly started.
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