cup your head in my hands… smell your breath on my face…taste your salty wounds with my tongue… caress your tears with my lips… bury myself in your grief… tether myself to your heart… swim inside your body and burst apart on top of you
Writer and copyeditor. “What doesn’t kill us gives us something new to write about” ~ J. Wright
Writer and copyeditor. “What doesn’t kill us gives us something new to write about” ~ J. Wright
