this, the poem i cannot
return to
this, the wholehearted
downpour
(Poetry)
this, the poem i cannot
return to
this, the wholehearted
downpour
(Poetry)
Nausea knocked around my empty stomach with nothing to temper it. This woman looked just like the Wikipedia image of Edith Wharton I fell asleep to. Was I seeing pixels come to life? No. I needed to get a healthier sleep schedule now that Ramadan was over, it was clearly affecting my brain.
(fiction)