Like the sunlight reflected from the windows of the house where you used to live,nostalgia tinged…
ha!unbreakable glass, that can’t be true,i can’t be trapped here when the doors are shut,i have to…
People say that trauma is passed down through families,the pain of the pain that came beforea heirloomfor which…
My legs dangle from the rafters and I’m thinking about sugar. Sweet and pure. Stirred into bitter coffee and…