Glitter
My stomach whines, my lungs burn and my kidneys ache. The carpet absorbs my tears, my burdens and my glitter. Each year as I sit amongst the ruins of another Mardi Gras, a vague yet eternally relevant question falls from…
My stomach whines, my lungs burn and my kidneys ache. The carpet absorbs my tears, my burdens and my glitter. Each year as I sit amongst the ruins of another Mardi Gras, a vague yet eternally relevant question falls from…