Oct 2011
i carry your bones
the sad smooth curve of your ribs
i cleansed what was left of you under the tide
the sad smooth curve of your ribs
i cleansed what was left of you under the tide
i'm back. the site is different and i'm needing a change. my style's a little different, and i haven't been writing a lot.
bantling, n. a very young child.
bantling, n. a very young child.
Written by
beth winters
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