Why are you crying little girl? Lips buttoned, eyes red, snot dribbles, fingernails pick at scabbed bleeding scalp. What’s wrong sweetie? The void immense, a gulf abyss. The meltdown continues. Tears drizzle from bloodshot pools, pools hiding pain, in a room large and echoing, empty and cold. Meaning isContinue reading “Georgette Gerdes: Spectrum”
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