“At night, forgotten words tried to reach me. I listened with my skin. Words tore my skin off, crept inside me, and nestled down. I was a mass of wounds. When I opened my mouth in front of the mirror,… — Margarita Karapanou Copy Share Image
“Oh, island, I adore you, but I hate you, too! You’re a prison smothered in flowers, I’ve never been more eager to leave a… — Margarita Karapanou Copy Share Image
“At night, forgotten words tried to reach me. I listened with my skin. Words tore my skin off, crept inside me, and nestled down.… — Margarita Karapanou Copy Share Image
