We sit on opposite sides,take notes in hello kitty spiral notebooksand pass smiley faces back to one another.We are childhood friends, united in ourjo..
On a cold night,before the first snowbut after the leaveshave turnedand breath leavesthe lips likeclouded ashes,my thoughts crawlalong crescent moonsa..
Under night skies,I fall...spiraldown into therecesses of my mindandthoughts keep mechained ontomyselfas I searchfor versesto describewhat I need.I am..
They tell us we are strongthen portray us as meek,ill-minded women whoseworth is measured bythe inches that we wear,the wear and tear uponour skin hid..