Summer Mason

The Fragile Void of My Best Friend

  By Summer Mason I wake up with feelings of my body so porous and fluid that it seems that there are not enough hands of my friends to extend to stop the bleeding. So I hold myself together, with my fragile arms and I rock back and forth, blasting “Gimme All Your Love.” What does this music do for me? Does it curate my … Continue reading The Fragile Void of My Best Friend