“We stood as the ground shifted and we saw the view from below through tiled floors and concrete stairs, our feet burning holes in the foundation while you whispered of dreams.” — Marie Anzalone Copy Share Image
“There’s nothing I can do to escape the weight of his eyes on me though. Even after I’ve slammed my door shut between us, closing myself inside the haven of my shitty apartment, I can still feel them burning holes… — Julie Johnson Copy Share Image
