“Eulogy: He thought. He wrote. He read. He ran and drank milk. A boy made of milk and concrete. He was cut in two. He bled and died. A stranger smart enough to steal a child and lock a door… — Patrick Downes Copy Share Image
“My invisible wounds. I have no answer, no proof I bleed. But I bleed. Sure as I love my mother and you, I bleed.” — Patrick Downes Copy Share Image
“Eulogy: He thought. He wrote. He read. He ran and drank milk. A boy made of milk and concrete. He was cut in two.… — Patrick Downes Copy Share Image
