Reflections
Lines in my head that will either become a sketch or a poem. Ask me after August 2nd.
“I look in the mirror but
you’re no longer there.
In front of me.
My hands on your hips.
Guiding.”
Alright…back to writing literary critiques…
Lines in my head that will either become a sketch or a poem. Ask me after August 2nd.
“I look in the mirror but
you’re no longer there.
In front of me.
My hands on your hips.
Guiding.”
Alright…back to writing literary critiques…