You flip the switchand I come to lifethough not all at once. Slowly, I rise.My molten body.My molten heart.Not knowing which way is down. I…
Poet & Storyteller
You flip the switchand I come to lifethough not all at once. Slowly, I rise.My molten body.My molten heart.Not knowing which way is down. I…
Your voice forms the bricksof a well-built home. It holds in warmth on a hot day,stores heat on the cold ones.Your voice is a shelterone…