In a room too small for tantrums, surreptitious snow storms smother her with quiet quilts. She is a swirl of flakes and ice, cradling the little heat that’s left in the whiteness of her breasts. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary garden with Real Toads Fireblossom Friday: Poetic Imagery This week Fireblossom is […]
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