Viktoria Dahill

They are the main characters in life and death. In life, they lick lips and pick noses. They test the sheen of your jacket and taste the sweets from your fingers. Textured, like a toothbrush, they scratch at the death on your hands while their friends, minutes ahead of them in the queue, are skinned. …

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Trevor loved Megan. He told her so in a desperate, simpering sort of way while he soberly stood on her porch. Trevor came directly from his parent’s pig unit in a white, hooded coverall caked in the remnants of dirt, feaces, and semen from the servicing straws.   Megan nodded, unsure of what to say. …

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