The Militant and the Bride

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

I was turning fabrics inside out; I couldn't stand to see the print.
I was searching for stains and loose threads; I resented the tiniest tear.

Anything to avoid admitting the ugly was me.

Posted by Little Lamb at 10:07 AM
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