Emma RoseThe Boiling Pot | ProseImagine a pot on a stove. And slowly but surely, over eighteen years, the pot filled with water. 100ml of baseline pressure. Get good…Aug 19, 2021Aug 19, 2021
Emma RoseThe Villain | ProseLook what I’ve done? What did I do? I wrote a letter, meant for no one’s eyes but my own. A confidential letter about a shattered…Aug 16, 2021Aug 16, 2021
Emma RoseIf tomorrow you tell me you can’t love me anymore | PoemIf tomorrow you tell me you can’t love me anymore…Aug 15, 2021Aug 15, 2021