poet, writer & altruist
believe in the good in people
Chop, chop, chop. Her eyes start to water, so she looks away from the onions and inhales as the fat droplets slide down her cheeks and onto her apron.
By Sarah Pretorius3 years ago in Feast
There is something remote about you, like a castaway far off on an copper colored island deep shades of greens throw shadows and hang around
By Sarah Pretorius3 years ago in Poets