Kate Fuller with a cross around her neck and blood underneath her fingernails. Roads that lead to no where and roads that lead to a home that’s cold and empty. Scratchy hotel sheets and Bible verses in her head, stake gripped in her hand as she looks at the criminal she loves. Choked words in her throat and goodbye in the dust as she takes life by the throat like the white dresses she used to wear.

Intersecting roads and unspoken words, sleepless nights spent under the same blanket. Sharing a car, sharing a trail, until it divides, divides into one story.

Part Two of a two part mix.
Part One: Run, Baby - Seth Gecko: http://8tracks.com/kat5587/run-baby-1

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