A man of Egypt walked the desert. His lips were chapped and his skin blistered where his robes were torn. The sun glared down on him and baked the sand he walked on. The only protection he had were the clothes on his back, the wrap on his head and shoes […]
She runs across the fields, roiling clouds above her head. She knows the storm is here. She can smell it in the air. The grass beneath her feet is oddly soft against her skin but she wants it to cut, she wants it to hurt. She runs, chest heaving, heart pounding, she can barely get […]
Zo Grimmwood 