i am the prison that turns to rain in your hands
the branches of silence are heavy with your sweet seed
you smell like the milk of whatever beast i am
i listen for the language between your words
writing / DANEZ SMITH
From Russia With Love
i am the prison that turns to rain in your hands
the branches of silence are heavy with your sweet seed
you smell like the milk of whatever beast i am
i listen for the language between your words
writing / DANEZ SMITH
