Apres-toi
Poetry and photos: Melissa Mason
There were soft scribbling roads pulling me back to you. I needed to leave what wasn’t for a chattery dash, deep canons of engine, and blitzes of ether. This was the only station on, out here in indigo.
Poetry and photos: Melissa Mason
There were soft scribbling roads pulling me back to you. I needed to leave what wasn’t for a chattery dash, deep canons of engine, and blitzes of ether. This was the only station on, out here in indigo.