by Vimbainashe Moira Mugweni | Jul 24, 2024 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2024
Skin The sun hangs low in the sky like an overripe orange. You wish for a moment that you could reach up and pluck it, sink your teeth into it so you could taste something sweet, empty your mouth of the blood and dirt that has made a home there. You used to bite your...
