They never exhale, the trees; on a very windy day, they rustle and inhale, and then the leaves and the branches all tremble as though something means to strangle the life from them. The sky watches on. The world is filled with anticipation, as if to wonder if this day will be a great day, or a horrible day, or the last day.
Lauren DeStefanoMomentum,' She repeats. 'You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.
Lauren DeStefanoHer mind is a bird that's trapped inside her skull, flapping and thrashing, never breaking free.
Lauren DeStefano