I know you want me to run –
screaming into the hills
like the banshee I am
in all of your paintings
hung in a gallery of shame;
each one titled ‘self-hate’.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
Available internationally
I know you want me to run –
screaming into the hills
like the banshee I am
in all of your paintings
hung in a gallery of shame;
each one titled ‘self-hate’.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
Available internationally