Since I was 16 I dreamed of leaving, making the bed for the first time and cleaning a room once so lived in that the mess was organized by smell and height. A pillow in one arm, and a bag banging against my back as I lopped down the street, the midnight stars my guide. … Continue reading I Don’t Run
Day: November 14, 2011
Love Poem
Do you remember the promises? And the kisses of skin that linked us to the shifting days? Remember me, please, as I lay watching myself die in our mirror. The apartment always seemed too big when you walked away and my heart, growing week in the years following your steps, until the day came and … Continue reading Love Poem
Faith Taryn Davies 