The meds are making me delirious. You come and sit next to me. I try to hold your hand but all I manage to grasp is a dead squirrel. I shout with fear. Another prick and I am in Bali.
nothing left of the ice cubes summer mirage
Mona Bedi
The meds are making me delirious. You come and sit next to me. I try to hold your hand but all I manage to grasp is a dead squirrel. I shout with fear. Another prick and I am in Bali.
nothing left of the ice cubes summer mirage
Mona Bedi
the other bunny 