Because it's Mother's Day - something from the past
LITTLE GUILTS IN MOTHER’S KAMP Mother stands arms crossed against her chest feet spread, solid in black boots. The dark tower of her fills the doorway. The iron-tipped whip in her right hand taps the swastika on her left shoulder. She knows, in her SS way, about the cracks I stepped on the flirty... Sign in to see full entry.