At the border, children cry in cages. Drenched in dark dreams, I wake. My mother reaches from the grave. Nails catch the hem of my dress. I fall on granite. Red streaks my shins. Wrapped in a gray Mayan shawl, her mother is silent. My father sits sobbing. Dust spots his black suit. Dried red roses lay across his legs. Thorns pierce the wool. Her father weeps. #ClaudiaPatriciaGomezGonzalez. #Sayhername. Just turned twenty. Taking flight from violence in Guatemala. Shot in the