His fingers sunk pale hooks
upon the alabaster jaw:
study me with those wet eyes, angel.
Be still and I will teach you
all that cruel body aches
to know.
.
.
Newly sober. I write about what hurts and what helps.
Newly sober. I write about what hurts and what helps.
His fingers sunk pale hooks
upon the alabaster jaw:
study me with those wet eyes, angel.
Be still and I will teach you
all that cruel body aches
to know.
.
.
Allison Marie Conway 