A meditation on ferocity.
I too wish Sylvia Plath had bloomed beyond her 31 years
Heaven knows what portals she might have sprung open for men who viscerally know, beyond their bluff and bluster and flacid testosterone bags.
I too wish Sylvia Plath had bloomed beyond her 31 years
Heaven knows what portals she might have sprung open for men who viscerally know, beyond their bluff and bluster and flacid testosterone bags.