You really manifested the sense of struggle with this piece. Again, your use of language and imagery is transcendent. "The air is full of glass / shredding me until I can join it / particles of diamond / glitters of silver threads"... your juxtaposition of something seemingly beautiful but inherently dangerous is unforgettable. Keep writing, Elizabeth!
You really manifested the sense of struggle with this piece. Again, your use of language and imagery is transcendent. "The air is full of glass / shredding me until I can join it / particles of diamond / glitters of silver threads"... your juxtaposition of something seemingly beautiful but inherently dangerous is unforgettable. Keep writing, Elizabeth!
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