Her mind is a bird that's trapped inside her skull, flapping and thrashing, never breaking free.
Lauren DeStefanoI'm suddenly finding it hard to know the difference between nightmares and consciousness.
Lauren DeStefanoI see an ocean thatโs spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.
Lauren DeStefanoEven the human race can't claim to be natural anymore. We are fake, dying things. How fitting that I would end up in this sham of a marriage.
Lauren DeStefano