Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Life feels like a metaphor
A metaphor for a real life
For a life of foraging
A forest and a scythe
Tearing through the wreckage
Of a life that never happened
Digital detritus
Layers to be flattened
Scrolling endless folders of
A girl that didn’t need to be restored
Somehow maybe some way she believed
She would someday be reborn
Scrolling endless folders of
A girl that didn’t need to be restored
Somehow maybe some way she believed
She would someday be reborn