A fog of pain overwhelms me, the world is turned all wrong. I will discover who did this, I will find the truth.
Yet as I struggle to catch up with the cart, I know that I am going only because my son is going away. My whole life is contained in that tortured, blackened husk. My child.
Where else would I go, but with him?
Sinful Folk, by Ned Hayes (forthcoming in 2012)