By Lauryn K. Powell
For someone who once built
cathedrals with their lips,
igniting the words like
liquid fire, you made lies
seem like a feather bed that
I was content to
lay in.
Photograph by Brynn Simon
By Lauryn K. Powell
For someone who once built
cathedrals with their lips,
igniting the words like
liquid fire, you made lies
seem like a feather bed that
I was content to
lay in.
Photograph by Brynn Simon