"Stockings from Amsterdam" by Danielle Biggs
2012-12-20 You're in my fleshI'm left in yours
There's a part of you in my eyes
cheek, hair, crinkled expression and whisper
"Keys" by Danielle Biggs
2012-12-20 My head’s a home to ghosts and witcheswho, in the first place, didn’t choose to be there
They’re locked in, but I hold the key
It remains my choice to set them free
