Goosebumps
written by: Verity Mason
Goosebumps flock my forearms as I sign my own death certificate.
Beads of sweat race, cool down my back; it feels good.
All I’m taking with me is my love of singing the gospel.
Never again will he own me.
One last call.
“Hey, Satnin, it’s me, Aaron.”
“I’m ok.”
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