The dreamcatcher, by Britta Benson

The following poem started off as a complete slash your wrist type of thing and I was literally gutted by the end of writing it. I looked at my words and thought, no, this is not what I wanted to write. How did it happen? How did I end up on a downhill spiral? SoContinue reading “The dreamcatcher, by Britta Benson”

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