ladymartha
fight. fight. fight.
fight for air.
fight for terf.
fight for love.
fight for hate.
burn bridges you end up marooned on an island...completely alone.
maroon lips. tanned skin.
its monsoon season and her hair is down.
the gold around her ankles jingle as she dances to the water.
my heart aches to be the gold intwined in each of her fingers.