Therapists, exhaustion, and the lack of parental figures- oh my! Rotting, Running, Ripening is a collection of poetry written beneath bedsheets and hidden in corners, a rambling collection for those who feel unseen to feel a bit heard.
Therapists, exhaustion, and the lack of parental figures- oh my! Rotting, Running, Ripening is a collection of poetry written beneath bedsheets and hidden in corners, a rambling collection for those who feel unseen to feel a bit heard.
