like I didn’t walk towards the light three times then rip my heart out to say goodbye to another / like I didn’t get the call that my first home and first love was about to go then have lived every day since aching to hear her speak, if only once more not in aContinue reading “The days feel the same”
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Small leaks sink big ships
Punctured. Leaking. Like I was being crushed under gravities weight. With unbearable pressure pulsating in my head was the ache of struggling to console, barely in a position to hold my newborn right. But if I didn’t lay flat,
Andreana Warlow 