This is one of my least favourite comments ever:
Dear world, Miss B Ferguson is my favourite prose poet and i love her. And despite the cruel, callous, hateful comments of a certain someone below this entry, i will keep on loving her unashamedly and untamedly and with ever fibre jittering within my ve…
i *heart* MaryMary.
Tell me something new. xxxxx
The ice is cracking again. sharpening the fear and punctuating the numbness. i sit here all day, courting ghosts, rearranging the dust, furnishing empty rooms. Dressing up thoughts as feelings, selling them off for profit. Painting you in darker sh…
You don't look like her.