you are every second alive in a hard-gnawing way for all who breathed you deeply in, each set of lungs, those rosy implanted wings, pink balloons. We sigh you out into air and watch you rise like rain. Mary Karr, Suicide's Note: An annual
we breathe you out into the air
we breathe you out into the air
we breathe you out into the air
you are every second alive in a hard-gnawing way for all who breathed you deeply in, each set of lungs, those rosy implanted wings, pink balloons. We sigh you out into air and watch you rise like rain. Mary Karr, Suicide's Note: An annual