Weathering Her Storm

By Bethan Rees Her hair is loose around her shoulders. Unbrushed and unblushed, she is new. * She hugs herself, squeezing tears from her chest and arms. She steps through the puddle of herself, kneels and cries into the reflection. * Through the cracks in the pavement water nourishes earth below the foundations. * NothingContinue reading “Weathering Her Storm”