R.I.P., Renee Nicole Good
It’s 1:00 a.m., and I can’t sleep.
My chest is hitching now and again. There’s a knot in my throat.
Sorrow, then rage. Then fear. Then rage again. And more sorrow.
It’s 1:00 a.m., and I can’t sleep.
My chest is hitching now and again. There’s a knot in my throat.
Sorrow, then rage. Then fear. Then rage again. And more sorrow.