Meana Wolf Call Me Her - Name Fixed
Call me, she said, with the old, fixed sound, anoint my shoulder with the hush of pines. Her syllables stitched a map across my skin; I learned the way the dark pronounces home.
Call me, she said, with the old, fixed sound, anoint my shoulder with the hush of pines. Her syllables stitched a map across my skin; I learned the way the dark pronounces home.