“Obsidian rests around your neck as if you are carrying the history of every night sky in one stone Smile young girl Your eyes are moonless, grimmer than the rock revolved around your throat Your voice is weak when you… — Alessia Di Cesare Copy Share Image
“Obsidian rests around your neck as if you are carrying the history of every night sky in one stone Smile young girl Your eyes… — Alessia Di Cesare Copy Share Image
