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Claudia Serea Photo: James Jordan I was the first to press the hot wax that sealed someone else’s fate. I pointed my finger: You, the cursed one.

Claudia Serea Photo: Akash k I thought I saw this man giving food to a shadow. I didn’t see a face, only the bread and cheese.

Claudia Serea Photo: me and the sysop Some see toads jump from the tip of my tongue. I see money and back doors open for my family’s escape.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/kirstyandjames/237094195/sizes/z/in/photostream/ Photo: KristyM You can’t say there were murders or torture. I don’t believe anyone died in prison. Beside, people die all the time.

Claudia Serea Photo: Elsie esq. The skin doesn’t talk. Muscles don’t talk. The back doesn’t talk. Eyes don’t talk. Hair doesn’t. Only the bones. The bones talk.

Claudia Serea Photo: Rhys Asplundh I follow orders to hit/ push/ shove/ those who couldn’t possibly be my mother/ brother/ father. I pluck and gather men and women at gunpoint, tulips of tears. I squeeze the trigger gently, gently but their bodies aren’t worth my bullets.