Cancer by Michael T. Smith It was hard to run from this place when it was a part of me. There was a war in me, born sometime in the past. I didn’t know I was pregnant, a Hera of personal strife. There was a frown in me larger than my womb. […]
Cancer by Michael T. Smith It was hard to run from this place when it was a part of me. There was a war in me, born sometime in the past. I didn’t know I was pregnant, a Hera of personal strife. There was a frown in me larger than my womb. […]