Nobody is coming.
Today, I stretched all the way to the door and thought I would leave. My arms held me tight but I was also reaching out. From the outside in, from the inside roaming in the clouds. When you look up an
i Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes the men – they come with keys, and sometimes, the men – they come with hammers.