All hearts float in their owndeep oceans of no light,wetblack and glimmering,their four mouths gulping like fish.Hearts are said to pound:this is to be expected, the heart’sregular struggle against being drowned.
Margaret Atwood
All hearts float in their owndeep oceans of no light,wetblack and glimmering,their four mouths gulping like fish.Hearts are said to pound:this is to be expected, the heart’sregular struggle against being drowned.