And her label reads:
Jonathan- dear boy! Putting the pieces of ‘his’ model togetherDropped a piece, went rollin’ under the bedNo pushin’ and pullin’ would…
“Hold it for me!” Grace shouts as she makes a light, uncomfortable jog across the hall. She cannot jog any faster, not with her…
Drops feel within, an intricate discussion with white cells and the organ,inside it plays a sweet humming; I run from the invitation to swim,I…
The quiet wandererVentured out againTo the paths he frequented
I waitimpatientlycocoonedhow long willthis transformationtake?promised beauty +wings + gracethe breakthroughhurtsno one told me…