Cold Hands

An ode to my very first apartment

Bradie Gray
Nov 3 · 2 min read

It’s one of four in an old, renovated Victorian mansion where the walls talk more than I do.

The shower is made entirely of glass and serves as the main exchange of information with the lonely hearts who find themselves sudsing up with me, trying to commit the numbers I etch into the steam to memory before the water turns cold.

Bradie Gray

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Professional copywriter + amateur steering wheel drummer navigating sex, relationships + self-worth through poetry, prose + all that glows.

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