Meera and her ways-#2

Meera does not hesitates to flip her hair in a motion of fabricated stories. She digests the moon and the tales like a wildflower growing. Her insanity is dreams and clouds, firm and evaporating. She sleeps with her open moist lips, dripping pain, violent way. Meera is system of crystalline chunks. Chunks of pepper and… Continue reading Meera and her ways-#2