Eating gelatto under the Italian sun, I craft poems about the beautiful mess of being human.
Poetry is what I love, but I'm dipping my toes into short stories too! Feedback and connections are my happy place, so let's chat! ✨
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Story by Giovana Herold
The Anger
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Why has nobody understood, after all?
I burst in like an explosion; that's my goa...
