“At school, I couldn't help but grin. At home, something ripped under my skin when I smiled, trying to pretend that everything was fine. Deadly moods lurked in a purple-white haze, smoke clinging to the curtains, turning stale overnight.” — Andrea Ashworth Copy Share Image
“At school, I couldn't help but grin. At home, something ripped under my skin when I smiled, trying to pretend that everything was fine.… — Andrea Ashworth Copy Share Image
“A poem was a box for your soul. That was the point. It was the place where you could save bits of yourself, and… — Andrea Ashworth Copy Share Image
“A poem was a box for your soul. That was the point. It was the place where you could save bits of yourself, and… — Andrea Ashworth Copy Share Image
