Longing in the sofa, blue sky window open.When will i see you? What do you think of me?One sigh of a rustling leaf. Two glasses of white vine with friends.Third time the charm.
You can write, but you can't edit.
False pretence; Night mode camera;Anything that is due will be.
Female fire force and visceral vulnerability.
Glory of the snow.
Claiming control over your own story; Blood in the sink, skin tight; Past, present and future colliding.