“Under your feet, the trapdoor to heaven
Warsan Shire, God Bless the Daughter raise by a Voice in Her Head
opens its mouth, its teeth
grazing your toes.”
Via Justine De Fant
A sleepy press for the writers who are always dreaming.
A Cold Room Library
A sleepy press for the writers who are always dreaming.
“Under your feet, the trapdoor to heaven
Warsan Shire, God Bless the Daughter raise by a Voice in Her Head
opens its mouth, its teeth
grazing your toes.”
Via Justine De Fant 