she presses her whole
body upon my heart —
I feel the heaviness of
her grief, the shame that
piles itself in one
place like a mass of
unruly clothes.
I am waiting to
fold her.
Originally published via Medium.
*This piece is a small introduction for a set of published works that I have unlocked on Medium so they can be read by every user and not just paid subscribers.
A Cornered Gurl 
You must be logged in to post a comment.