lifeinpoetry: “Am I still to / blame for that night. Why do my hands still feel like blood.” — Kanika Lawton, from “Hot Mess,” published in Vagabond City
lifeinpoetry: “Am I still to / blame for that night. Why do my hands still feel like blood.” — Kanika Lawton, from “Hot Mess,” published in Vagabond City
lifeinpoetry: “Am I still to / blame for that night. Why do my hands still feel like blood.” — Kanika Lawton, from “Hot Mess,” published in Vagabond City
lifeinpoetry: “Am I still to / blame for that night. Why do my hands still feel like blood.” — Kanika Lawton, from “Hot Mess,” published in Vagabond City
lifeinpoetry: “Am I still to / blame for that night. Why do my hands still feel like blood.” — Kanika Lawton, from “Hot Mess,” published in Vagabond City
lifeinpoetry: “Am I still to / blame for that night. Why do my hands still feel like blood.” — Kanika Lawton, from “Hot Mess,” published in Vagabond City
lifeinpoetry: “Am I still to / blame for that night. Why do my hands still feel like blood.” — Kanika Lawton, from “Hot Mess,” published in Vagabond City
lifeinpoetry: “Am I still to / blame for that night. Why do my hands still feel like blood.” — Kanika Lawton, from “Hot Mess,” published in Vagabond City
lifeinpoetry: “Am I still to / blame for that night. Why do my hands still feel like blood.” — Kanika Lawton, from “Hot Mess,” published in Vagabond City
lifeinpoetry: “Am I still to / blame for that night. Why do my hands still feel like blood.” — Kanika Lawton, from “Hot Mess,” published in Vagabond City
