Mother (prayer for my) by Leanne Drapeau
Mother (prayer for my)by Leanne Drapeau ( ) no longer a self contained thing something too raw a sort of vibration around the edge like all her parts (the stuff you can’t control like molecules or particles) are angry so fucking angry they bleed into each other Rothko orange open wound face flushed wrinkles deep […]
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