My Blue Heeler begs me to rise out of my bed and escort her outside, as I have been in an emotional slump all day. Each headline I doom-scroll across is worse than the last, sending me further into my spiral and sinking deeper into my bed rotting. I cannot seem to shake the image of Demartravion “Trey” Reed out of my skull, limbs shattered and hung from an oak tree on a Mississippi campus. A modern-day lynching, I wonder what this fucking world has come to. Each day becomes w
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