by MRS. B
I am looking back

to when I was a girl; now my body’s a flash

of poison on the floor. The weather of the house,
it shapes the body’s light. This is what

a girl has in common with the lightning
by MRS. B
I am looking back

to when I was a girl; now my body’s a flash

of poison on the floor. The weather of the house,
it shapes the body’s light. This is what

a girl has in common with the lightning
