The Moonflower Monologues | Tess Guinery
The Moonflower Monologues by Tess Guinery
She was written in the shadows, beneath the blankets of silent nights.
Her words—violet milk. Her pages—tissues for diamond tears.
The perfume of her pages fly high, laying to rest, upon flower beds.
Light—sewn into her every syllable, holding anthems that carry hearts over bitter seas...