“Her heart was like a sensitive plant,
that opens for a moment in the sunshine,
but curls up and shrinks into itself
at the slightest touch of the finger,
or the lightest breath of wind.”
Small as a doll in my dress of innocence
I lay dreaming your epic, image by image.
- S. Plath
Ph: Melania Buhalakis
Air-Structures Blouse: Melania Buhalakis
