Juno. she is the summer in a thousand and thirty four ways. she aimed for the sun, because it felt just right. but she went too close, it scorched her skin with sweet warmth. And it made her stomach burn with honey, bees tickling and buzzing like the heat of summer. as the moirai weaved, she gets her heart wounded by...
honeysuckles still bloom after dark. colleen cosette goodman © 2016-2018
win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets
