Love Letter by Emily Kendal Frey

This letter is not liver-spotted or decaying. Ferns feather this letter. Never will this letter be referred to as an institution, nor will it endure or persevere. This letter has lilt. Clearly, this letter lives somewhere lush. It does not possess charisma, only depth. This letter is not drenched in burgundy hues. This is the… Continue reading Love Letter by Emily Kendal Frey