Poems from thewomenwhorunwiththewolves
i could sit here
and explain my loneliness
in some metaphor about flowers-
make it seem as if within it all
there is beauty
there is grace...
1) you scroll through the emails exchanged late at night. well, it was late for you. He was just waking up; you could only imagine his...
we've been told
our whole lives
who we are
our identity
carved into our skin
and hidden underneath our dresses
represented only by the...