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 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
