Marmalade Musings

I heard somewhere when I was too young That beauty is pain. A fact. Nonchalant and laughing: Beauty is pain In reference to high heels...

Swallowed the lie that clothes are more Than something to keep me safe and warm That what I wear should affect how I’m seen Whether...

A shiver of truth in my willow-iron spine That knows the strength of bending, Fissures of cold streaking along my arms “Don’t you know...