Do you know what my father used to say?" I ask her. "He used to say that songs had a heart. A crescendo that can make all your blood rush from your head to your toes.
Lauren DeStefanoThere is a dark place calling to me, but I will not go just yet. I know I can't return from it.
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 DeStefano