The air is cotton-tangle thick and
thoughts are heavy.
I unpick a hem of memory -
The quiet pip-pip of a broken stitch
gives way to raw.
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 12:34 PM UTC
The air is cotton-tangle thick and
thoughts are heavy.
I unpick a hem of memory -
The quiet pip-pip of a broken stitch
gives way to raw.
