MEGAN NOLAN: Acts of Desperation .1
At this point Burden stood behind her and held a knife to her throat
At this point Burden stood behind her and held a knife to her throat
This is plain and life-giving poetry, the kind where the economy is unapparent until it suddenly is, in retrospect, on the third or fourth read, when you find your throat parched and return with this thirst that surprises you, and you realise, quite of a sudden, that you have been given all that you needed and not a drop more
Your face was dull in the light, blue the colour of suffocation