Doubt Has a Darth Vader Grip
We danced. Together, in the sun rays. It came in perfectly through the giant front window, the potted plants reaching up further in their bends & twists to get a kiss from the warmth. I stood in front of the windowsill, staring out at the bleak buildings across the street, but cocooned in beautiful, protective … Continue reading Doubt Has a Darth Vader Grip