Monday, May 18th, 2015
Her pale skin mottled with bruises,
inchoate shape like rising mist
tattered by each freshening breeze,
she wondered where she’d left her shell.
Gammelor Goodenow
Her pale skin mottled with bruises,
inchoate shape like rising mist
tattered by each freshening breeze,
she wondered where she’d left her shell.
Gammelor Goodenow