Dressing 4
I’m dizzy standing over you, sipping air and standing straight. I’ve shoved you down, your head on the floor, I grind your face with the thick sole of my boot.
You are what tethers me to the earth.
I’m dizzy standing over you, sipping air and standing straight. I’ve shoved you down, your head on the floor, I grind your face with the thick sole of my boot.
You are what tethers me to the earth.
