CLIFFS Words are afraid up here. The rapture and the terrifying exposure. Strange birds roosting, a human voice shouting a world’s-end shout. Snow hurries to the meeting, wanting to cover the waking in my body. I could fill up the…
CLIFFS Words are afraid up here. The rapture and the terrifying exposure. Strange birds roosting, a human voice shouting a world’s-end shout. Snow hurries to the meeting, wanting to cover the waking in my body. I could fill up the…