rosarioko

I’m trying to write this with a gentleness I do not feel. A public gentleness, because God forbid a mother shows her teeth. But inside, the marrow of me is screaming. There are things that need to be dragged into the light, especially when the body that hits the

I’m trying to write this with a gentleness I do not feel. A public gentleness, because God forbid a mother shows her teeth. But inside, the marrow of me is screaming. There are things that need to be dragged into the light, especially when the body that hits the