Stefanie Kolodij
A contributor to The Medium.
Contributions
La Petite Mort
Sit in the swirling silence;
the darkness breathes across my skin.
The moonlight paints the world in silver,
All the stars you see are dead.
The air contains...
Of Scarves and Snow Days
I nestled into the depression I made in the snow bank by the side of the road, knees pulled up to my chest as...
La Petite Mort
Sit in the swirling silence;
the darkness breathes across my skin.
The moonlight paints the world in silver,
All the stars you see are dead.
The air contains...
Of Scarves and Snow Days
I nestled into the depression I made in the snow bank by the side of the road, knees pulled up to my chest as...