Tag: feminist
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Solstice
I am the bitter aftertaste, at the back of your throat. The greasy regret that sits slick, heavy, and clenching. I am the earth, midwinter, dry and frozen and I have forgotten what spring means.
I am the bitter aftertaste, at the back of your throat. The greasy regret that sits slick, heavy, and clenching. I am the earth, midwinter, dry and frozen and I have forgotten what spring means.