I am a bruised peach. Creased with brown pushed-in places, almost unbearably juicy and pink like clouds in a summer storm. It’s been years since I felt clean and and fuzzy. At heart, I wonder if there’s more than a dark stone. Advertisements Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
