Molasses thick clouds stretch the sky like pulled cords of salt water taffy.
I stop.
Is the sky expanding before me?
My chest sinks into the gooey love place, embracing its smallness.
Everything I need, I already have.
Molasses thick clouds stretch the sky like pulled cords of salt water taffy.
I stop.
Is the sky expanding before me?
My chest sinks into the gooey love place, embracing its smallness.
Everything I need, I already have.