Some bridges are meant to burn. Sometimes we see that first flicker of warning and walk away unscathed. Sometimes we strike the match ourselves in the name of sweet release. But sometimes, even if we try to stop it, the bridge erupts beneath us and we barely make it out in time, choking on the churning smoke that engulfs what once was, our hands and knees skinned with the impact of our escape… Read More THEY WON’T APOLOGIZE