All the Sinners Bleed

by S.A. Cosby

Blood and tears. Violence and mayhem. Love and hate. These were the rocks upon which the South was built. They were the foundation upon which Charon County stood.

he considered how quickly what’s important can shift and transform.

no one told anyone all their secrets. Even the people we loved kept pieces of themselves hidden away from the light.

Waiting for the world to shed tears for your pain was like waiting for a statue to speak.

part of a coordinated and extensive propaganda campaign to reframe traitors as patriots.

They would subconsciously file it away as another reason he wasn’t fit for his office. The color of his skin was reason enough for some folks. He didn’t intend to give them any more kindling for that hateful fire.

Sometimes grief is love unexpressed. Other times it’s regret made flesh.

“Davy, if your cousin ain’t a racist, he is mighty goddamn comfortable with being around racists. That’s a distinction without a difference.

Humility is not thinking less of yourself. It’s thinking of yourself less,’”

“What if me trying to hold the world together is what keeps me from falling apart?”