I don’t know if I fear death Itself by Waverly Vernon
“I used to walk beside it, / hand in hand, fed it / scraps from my plate…” – excerpt from I don’t know if I fear death Itself, poetry by Waverly Vernon #TheMetaworker
Tag: regrets
“The Furrowing” by Julie Allyn Johnson
I asked about her yearnings, her desires, as I suspected they might, perhaps, mesh with my own. It was worth a try, an attempt at some sort of shared, miraculous
camaraderie.
