HENRY'S VOICE - neila mezynski

HENRY’S VOICE

neila mezynski

A raspy cough, Banana Cream Pie, endless cartoons, excuses. Sunk deep, quoting unalive philosophers, blaming. No one looking. Listening. Henry heard a clear voice above the deadwood. It was his. This slow house filled with the dead. He listened.



Neila Mezynski
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