Awaiting Judgment by EMScott

Awaiting Judgment by EMScott # That red slash ignites the ants under her skin. With a wrist flick, she swats away the itch. But their numbers multiply. Their feasting will burst through her freckled forearm. Mustn’t witness gruesomeness. Shut eyes. She wants to run, hide, but cannot. Stay still. “…court is now in session,” concludes...