Childhood by Frances Conford

an analysis

skincrawler

oh, lovely – another of my ugly insecurities has come undone – unraveling from my heart, tumbling across the space between us, ungainly in its amble towards your feet. if i’m sorry, will… Continue reading

the anatomy of pathos

I have bad memory. I ask, “text me when you’re home” only to realize you’re leaving. am I too vacant? or do I just look it? does it matter if it’s just another… Continue reading