as if we were dreaming
as if night
came from the iris
as in the giving we gave way
and one wild bloom
lights the next
what’s left
falls into rags
and grass lays down at our feet
Art & Hybrid Writing by International Women
as if we were dreaming
as if night
came from the iris
as in the giving we gave way
and one wild bloom
lights the next
what’s left
falls into rags
and grass lays down at our feet