what am I? “a flower,” he said. he always treated me like a flower: cherished me, nourished me, loved me? he shaped my petals and leaves until they knew his hands better than my own,[…]
what am I? “a flower,” he said. he always treated me like a flower: cherished me, nourished me, loved me? he shaped my petals and leaves until they knew his hands better than my own,[…]