“I wipe it with my other hand to take a deeper look, but it leaves a smear of sheer colour. It looks almost brown. I can feel my eyebrows knit in confusion. I pull my hand to my nose to smell the strange mystery liquid. It smells sweet with a touch of copper.”
Read More“With each ink roll, I think of those wronged by the police system. With each carving, I think of those lost in the grips of the police system. The police force needs to be defunded, dismantled, and abolished. No justice, no peace.”
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