Tag: Despy Boutris

  • Despy Boutris

    EMOTIONAL CHECK-IN WITH DISASSOCIATION She is not the fire but the smoke. She is not the fallen spruce but the ground. She is not the cricketcall but the echo of the cricketcall, the steady screech persisting even in sleep, unable to flee from. Even I want to flee from her, and she is me. Like […]