Her mind is a bird that's trapped inside her skull, flapping and thrashing, never breaking free.
Lauren DeStefanoI nod like I'm not at all unnerved by this new cold side to him. Not cruel like his father. Not warm like the husband who sought me out on quiet nights. Something in between. This Linden has never woven his fingers through mine, never chosen me from a line of weary Gathered girls, never said he loved me in a myriad of coloured lights. We are nothing to each other.
Lauren DeStefanoThere's a hazy smile on her lips that won't go away, and her hair is a mess. It's like a brushfire filled with casualties.
Lauren DeStefano