It was a good morning in a southern town.
People laughed walking down town streets.
Kids played in the fields.
Two bodies hung from the tree in the middle of a park.
Blood stained on the roots.
The white folks scoffed at the sight.
Pitiful.
Disgusting.
Ain't no love.
Unnatural.
Townspeople would say walking by.
As if murder was normal, was okay.
It's okay though.
The two girls.
One Black.
One White.
In 1917.
In Southern US America.
A tragic story.
It's okay though.
They held hands til' the end.
As Lyla's father raped her.
As he hung them both up to dry.
Their hands—were finally held in public.
Love.
Literature.
Letters.
Lesbian.
Lynch.
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RomanceA short story. Two girls. Tragic. Sad. Wholesome. Sick. And reality of the time. Don't read for a happy read.
