Author: Akina Holliday

Should she Shake you with outrage,  Leave your vast abyss agape,   Be insolent enough to isolate, Presume your bolts alone dictate— Then sputter your thunderous rain; Mark how she howls against your scorn.  . Should she  Dare be irksome still, You clip her thorns, Drape her in all you adorned, You mold, have her reformed—…