by Naomi Bess Leimsider Two spikes a day; the heat slams through me.Doubles down, bends around, catches sudden and quick. Then nothing breaksexcept the chill of space.This is how it…
by Naomi Bess Leimsider Two spikes a day; the heat slams through me.Doubles down, bends around, catches sudden and quick. Then nothing breaksexcept the chill of space.This is how it…