My fetish is silence. My computer is off. I have read the noise. The brain sorts. Biohazard butterfly still inside me. I could tell you
My fetish is silence. My computer is off. I have read the noise. The brain sorts. Biohazard butterfly still inside me. I could tell you
by Crystal Simone Smith Years ago, I worked at the local university. My co-worker, Bonnie, we’ll call her, was one of the few conservatives in