Nightfall

Nightfall

Crouched before a congregation of rifles, an eye closed, Papa cupped his palms to receive a thousand black bullets into his heart.

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge asks, his glasses relaxing on his nose.

Though Papa's hands were cuffed by betrayal, his lips kissed silence. The Court's eyes shone brighter than his future and peeped into his past.

***

Ike's anger began the day he saw Mama's wrapper come undone and five fingers romanced her cheeks. He knew. He saw Papa's leathered belt hook broken into pieces.

The next morning, the quarreling voices crept slowly into Ike's room. Ike and Woye both rushed into the kitchen. He was not too late as Mama's spattered blood on the floor greeted him. And Papa was bent over Mama with a steel knife in his hand.

***

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge, still, still asked with a frown hanging loosely at the side of his mouth.

The gavel sealed his fate: to die.

"Fire!"

Ike watched as Papa posed in death. One knee up, an eye closed, he remembers the memories of the night he mistakenly puts rat poison in Mama's tea instead of Papa's.

Mama died before she killed herself.

Crobefore of rifles, an eye closed, Papa cupped his palms to receive a thousand black bullets into his heart.

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge asks, his glasses relaxing on his nose.

Though Papa's hands were cuffed by betrayal, his lips kissed silence. The Court's eyes shone brighter than his future and peeped into his past.

***

Ike's anger began the day he saw Mama's wrapper come undone and five fingers romanced her cheeks. He knew. He saw Papa's leathered belt hook broken into pieces.

The next morning, the quarreling voices crept slowly into Ike's room. Ike and Woye both rushed into the kitchen. He was not too late as Mama's spattered blood on the floor greeted him. And Papa was bent over Mama with a steel knife in his hand.

***

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge, still, still asked with a frown hanging loosely at the side of his mouth.

The gavel sealed his fate: to die.

"Fire!"

Ike watched as Papa posed in death. One knee up, an eye closed, he remembers the memories of the night he mistakenly puts rat poison in Mama's tea instead of Papa's.

Mama died before she killed herself.

Nightfall

Crouched before a congregation of rifles, an eye closed, Papa cupped his palms to receive a thousand black bullets into his heart.

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge asks, his glasses relaxing on his nose.

Though Papa's hands were cuffed by betrayal, his lips kissed silence. The Court's eyes shone brighter than his future and peeped into his past.

***

Ike's anger began the day he saw Mama's wrapper come undone and five fingers romanced her cheeks. He knew. He saw Papa's leathered belt hook broken into pieces.

The next morning, the quarreling voices crept slowly into Ike's room. Ike and Woye both rushed into the kitchen. He was not too late as Mama's spattered blood on the floor greeted him. And Papa was bent over Mama with a steel knife in his hand.

***

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge, still, still asked with a frown hanging loosely at the side of his mouth.

The gavel sealed his fate: to die.

"Fire!"

Ike watched as Papa posed in death. One knee up, an eye closed, he remembers the memories of the night he mistakenly puts rat poison in Mama's tea instead of Papa's.

Mama died before she killed herself.

Nightfall

Crouched before a congregation of rifles, an eye closed, Papa cupped his palms to receive a thousand black bullets into his heart.

"Guilt ? guilty?" the judge asks, his glasses relaxing on his nose.

Though Papa's hands were cuffed by betrayal, his lips kissed silence. The Court's eyes shone brighter than his future and peeped into his past.

***

Ike's anger began the day he saw Mama's wrapper come undone and five fingers romanced her cheeks. He knew. He saw Papa's leathered belt hook broken into pieces.

The next morning, the quarreling voices crept slowly into Ike's room. Ike and Woye both rushed into the kitchen. He was not too late as Mama's spattered blood on the floor greeted him. And Papa was bent over Mama with a steel knife in his hand.

***

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge, still, still asked with a frown hanging loosely at the side of his mouth.

The gavel sealed his fate: to die.

"Fire!"

Ike watched as Papa posed in death. One knee up, an eye closed, he remembers the memories of the night he mistakenly puts rat poison in Mama's tea instead of Papa's.

Mama died before she killed herself.

Nightfall

Crouched before a congregation of rifles, an eye closed, Papa cupped his palms to receive a thousand black bullets into his heart.

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge asks, his glasses relaxing on his nose.

Though Papa's hands were cuffed by betrayal, his lips kissed silence. The Court's eyes shone brighter than his future and peeped into his past.

***

Ike's anger began the day he saw Mama's wrapper come undone and five fingers romanced her cheeks. He knew. He saw Papa's leathered belt hook broken into pieces.

The next morning, the quarreling voices crept slowly into Ike's room. Ike and Woye both rushed into the kitchen. He was not too late as Mama's spattered blood on the floor greeted him. And Papa was bent over Mama with a steel knife in his hand.

***

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge, still, still asked with a frown hanging loosely at the side of his mouth.

The gavel sealed his fate: to die.

"Fire!"

Ike watched as Papa posed in death. One knee up, an eye closed, he remembers the memories of the night he mistakenly puts rat poison in Mama's tea instead of Papa's.

Mama died before she killed herself.

Nightfall

Nightfall

Crouched before a congregation of rifles, an eye closed, Papa cupped his palms to receive a thousand black bullets into his heart.

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge asks, his glasses relaxing on his nose.

Though Papa's hands were cuffed by betrayal, his lips kissed silence. The Court's eyes shone brighter than his future and peeped into his past.

***

Ike's anger began the day he saw Mama's wrapper come undone and five fingers romanced her cheeks. He knew. He saw Papa's leathered belt hook broken into pieces.

The next morning, the quarreling voices crept slowly into Ike's room. Ike and Woye both rushed into the kitchen. He was not too late as Mama's spattered blood on the floor greeted him. And Papa was bent over Mama with a steel knife in his hand.

***

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge, still, still asked with a frown hanging loosely at the side of his mouth.

The gavel sealed his fate: to die.

"Fire!"

Ike watched as Papa posed in death. One knee up, an eye closed, he remembers the memories of the night he mistakenly puts rat poison in Mama's tea instead of Papa's.

Mama died before she killed herself.

Crobefore of rifles, an eye closed, Papa cupped his palms to receive a thousand black bullets into his heart.

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge asks, his glasses relaxing on his nose.

Though Papa's hands were cuffed by betrayal, his lips kissed silence. The Court's eyes shone brighter than his future and peeped into his past.

***

Ike's anger began the day he saw Mama's wrapper come undone and five fingers romanced her cheeks. He knew. He saw Papa's leathered belt hook broken into pieces.

The next morning, the quarreling voices crept slowly into Ike's room. Ike and Woye both rushed into the kitchen. He was not too late as Mama's spattered blood on the floor greeted him. And Papa was bent over Mama with a steel knife in his hand.

***

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge, still, still asked with a frown hanging loosely at the side of his mouth.

The gavel sealed his fate: to die.

"Fire!"

Ike watched as Papa posed in death. One knee up, an eye closed, he remembers the memories of the night he mistakenly puts rat poison in Mama's tea instead of Papa's.

Mama died before she killed herself.

Nightfall

Crouched before a congregation of rifles, an eye closed, Papa cupped his palms to receive a thousand black bullets into his heart.

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge asks, his glasses relaxing on his nose.

Though Papa's hands were cuffed by betrayal, his lips kissed silence. The Court's eyes shone brighter than his future and peeped into his past.

***

Ike's anger began the day he saw Mama's wrapper come undone and five fingers romanced her cheeks. He knew. He saw Papa's leathered belt hook broken into pieces.

The next morning, the quarreling voices crept slowly into Ike's room. Ike and Woye both rushed into the kitchen. He was not too late as Mama's spattered blood on the floor greeted him. And Papa was bent over Mama with a steel knife in his hand.

***

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge, still, still asked with a frown hanging loosely at the side of his mouth.

The gavel sealed his fate: to die.

"Fire!"

Ike watched as Papa posed in death. One knee up, an eye closed, he remembers the memories of the night he mistakenly puts rat poison in Mama's tea instead of Papa's.

Mama died before she killed herself.

Nightfall

Crouched before a congregation of rifles, an eye closed, Papa cupped his palms to receive a thousand black bullets into his heart.

"Guilt ? guilty?" the judge asks, his glasses relaxing on his nose.

Though Papa's hands were cuffed by betrayal, his lips kissed silence. The Court's eyes shone brighter than his future and peeped into his past.

***

Ike's anger began the day he saw Mama's wrapper come undone and five fingers romanced her cheeks. He knew. He saw Papa's leathered belt hook broken into pieces.

The next morning, the quarreling voices crept slowly into Ike's room. Ike and Woye both rushed into the kitchen. He was not too late as Mama's spattered blood on the floor greeted him. And Papa was bent over Mama with a steel knife in his hand.

***

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge, still, still asked with a frown hanging loosely at the side of his mouth.

The gavel sealed his fate: to die.

"Fire!"

Ike watched as Papa posed in death. One knee up, an eye closed, he remembers the memories of the night he mistakenly puts rat poison in Mama's tea instead of Papa's.

Mama died before she killed herself.

Nightfall

Crouched before a congregation of rifles, an eye closed, Papa cupped his palms to receive a thousand black bullets into his heart.

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge asks, his glasses relaxing on his nose.

Though Papa's hands were cuffed by betrayal, his lips kissed silence. The Court's eyes shone brighter than his future and peeped into his past.

***

Ike's anger began the day he saw Mama's wrapper come undone and five fingers romanced her cheeks. He knew. He saw Papa's leathered belt hook broken into pieces.

The next morning, the quarreling voices crept slowly into Ike's room. Ike and Woye both rushed into the kitchen. He was not too late as Mama's spattered blood on the floor greeted him. And Papa was bent over Mama with a steel knife in his hand.

***

"Guilty? or not guilty?" the judge, still, still asked with a frown hanging loosely at the side of his mouth.

The gavel sealed his fate: to die.

"Fire!"

Ike watched as Papa posed in death. One knee up, an eye closed, he remembers the memories of the night he mistakenly puts rat poison in Mama's tea instead of Papa's.

Mama died before she killed herself.