Prayer for a Modern Girl
Her face is soft and at ease; serene and unhardened. She looks at the world through fresh, rosy eyes, while her lips unravel themselves easily at the sight of a stranger. Who are those who hold bitterness in their hearts? She walks past Round Pond, befriending the crisp July air, twirling twigs between her fingertips, taking refuge underneath the old maple. A blade of grass feels novel under her nose; a worm akin to an alien. The sight of Queen
Jul 23, 2017