June 6, 2017June 12, 2017 I’m not afraid of you, she said. I have felled a forest of pages, spilled my blood upon their gazes, laid bare the reasons I believe I am unworthy. And you… could never wound me more. than. that. k.d.w. June 6/17 Share this:FacebookPinterestTwitterMoreEmailPrintWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...