19/31 July Challenge
These are the places only she knows while counting soul shifts in the movement of her wild rhythm. There in the in between spaces where a throat clears into a cough where no one hears the misstep as loudly as she does in her own ears. There in the play dough thudding drum roll empty moldable way that her tongue tries to form the words to a song she can’t remember. These are the places only she…