Apparently, I last edited this on 10, September, 2016. Couldn’t find it on the website, so here is more depressing Poetry.
The rough groves, moist yet delicate ran in to the smooth, slippery glass links only to shatter. In one of the pieces I saw, a right hand jumping to the left ear through a messy lot of hair, to adjust the clip on copper ear jewelry. A wide smile, squeaky voice that sang, wavey hair, […]