Face the Strange

My ears finally grew. I’m not beaming about that. They were once tea party dainty––peach-fuzzed petit fours like they’d forgotten to grow with the rest of me. Sustained relics of my youth, like my vagina. Now I’m terrified of losing that too. Pristine, floral pretty, incomprehensibly mild and sweet to taste. Fiercely gripping. Inoffensively mute … Continue reading Face the Strange