The Shape of It
Oct 8, 2021
every memory
imprinted on my skin
heart stretches
raw and thin
threatens to fray
and somehow strengthens
from the weight
of longing
—
when I hear your voice
every memory
imprinted on my skin
heart stretches
raw and thin
threatens to fray
and somehow strengthens
from the weight
of longing
—
when I hear your voice
Freelance writer + author. Yogi. Trans and nonbinary. They/Them.