I once knew a woman who was filled with fight, demanding independence from her husband after living in a world that depended on him, she
I sit on the empty banks of the my island, edge of the cliffs, waves slamming into rock borders I’ve carved with my own blood
She arrives once every 23 days crazy, blazing, like a tornado she takes it all down people, love, relationships– without prejudice. She cries during commercials,