and maybe her body is a graveyard
littered with broken headstones and discarded flowers, love letters left for ghosts. Or perhaps it's a cathedral, bathed in glory and venerated, hallowed limbs, inviolable heart, dismembered but vehement beauty.
YOU ARE READING
Hysterical letters to my sanity
Poetrya collection of poems inspired by stories I've read, people I've met and paths I've crossed, read and enjoy yourself:)
