Personality State: Persephone
I have seen the silhouettes that bring me heavens, I have seen my torso, in hours of torn, ripple laden with captivity, rent with cries and the sky’s white sheet drying in the wind, weeping, a splash of oceans gone by, reeds, and rains reciting an archery of wounds. The twinned nights. In one I cry, in one I… Read more →