i pray God remembers I held my scorned tongue while it was spilling out my mouth i hope he remembers
Nearly there now.
We couldn’t get enough of it
Can you be trusted?
I remember a story about a butterfly who comes and grants wishes to a little girl. I heard the story when my childhood was ending. There wasn’t anybody on the playground, they’d all mostly moved on. It was just the ghost (gypsy) girl and her slightly-cross eyed brother who always wore dirty Adidas tracksuits.Continue reading “Keanan | Curtain”