“I walk among the growling fences. Admiring their fangs. I lost her years ago, Opening that door, Seeing her fall and crash. I berried the pieces on clay, I watered the unlivable roses, And gave them names. The path is still long, My pace perfect, The feelings strong. I’m in no rush, No one is. No one should” • • • 👤 @itsbellebohlman #model #boudoirphotography #poetry #poetrycommunity #visualpoetry