Covered, covered; she covered herself...
The centimeter of the leg, the centimeter of the hair, the centimeter of the freckles, the centimeter of the skin.
She covered; she covered the smile, the love. She covered, covered her skin.
The breeze, her blouse, her bra; she covered, covered and that's okay... is not okay.
YOU ARE READING
Beyond
AcakCompilation of micro stories, poems and more; written by Estefania Díaz.
