The Deep End Zoe Raven I am not at my therapy session because I am swimming. I see you standing at the water’s edge at the deep end. The droplets of water look like jewels sat on your skin; they catch all the light in the room. I imagine you wearing one of those Met Gala gowns, the kind that are sheer and constructed solely of diamonds. The overhead lights emphasise the straightness of your nose, the curl of your […] Continue Reading
