Winter Woes
A blanket of snow lays on the mountain. The barren maiden prepares for the cold. It is chilly outside. Womb frozen inside. How much wood for the woman without child.
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See AllToday, 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
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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.