I glared at God, squinted at the sun, and kicked the earth beneath my feet. I wished the angels would come shooting down like stars. I wished Eden would fall into pieces; only then he’d know what it feels like to live among ruins…
In the 19th century, when society believed that single women couldn’t be successful, the talent of every single one of these young ladies created an unbreakable bond of hope in times of despair that would then determine their life path.
Bent necks gazing into bent faiths
Backs leaning over ashtrays counting ash days
Knees kneeling to the glory of a soul keeper, no deeper than a black plate, platonic connections with plastic parts of no real power,