Apr 2019
my desperation lies somewhere
between a pumpkin carriage and
glass slippers.
my truth is cinder ashes;
of feet too big or too small,
of a dress cinched so tight I
cannot breathe.
between a pumpkin carriage and
glass slippers.
my truth is cinder ashes;
of feet too big or too small,
of a dress cinched so tight I
cannot breathe.
i haven't been on here in so long eep
happy poetry month !!
happy poetry month !!
