I'm suddenly finding it hard to know the difference between nightmares and consciousness.
Lauren DeStefanoI stare at her collarbone that's framed with lace, the hollow of her throat, her shoulders that rise with each rise with the weight of her next breath. We're fragile things. Our bones show through our skin. What would any god want with us?
Lauren DeStefanoSometimes we don't know how afraid we are until we've reached a strange door and we don't know what will be on the other side.
Lauren DeStefano