To Tell Him
My fingers are twitching foreign apendages, the pen trembles over the paper and stumbles out of my hand—a single tear blurs a few words. Why can’t I feel the power I know I have?
My fingers are twitching foreign apendages, the pen trembles over the paper and stumbles out of my hand—a single tear blurs a few words. Why can’t I feel the power I know I have?