I've stopped talking to people -- embraced the death of sound and wrapped myself around it in an attempt to punish everyone who ever slid a blade into the warm belly of love and fingered the hot indecency of its pouring bowels with soft earnest hands.
12/14/2011
Posted on 12/14/2011Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
I love you m to the eggs.
December's speaking loud and clear in this piece, ma'am. Beautifully done.
