Blackness didn't dissipate immediately when she woke. She breathed thick, dusty air and tried to figure out where in time she'd slipped. #FP

— Ay (@WbyAy) December 12, 2014

I sent my heart in the mail
but lost the tracking number
and there's no guarantee of receipt. #poetry #mpy #FP

— Ay (@WbyAy) December 12, 2014