I think a woman in a red dress should be classified as a meteorological phenomenon, the eye of a hurricane — in an orbit around her, a dizzying flurry of broken hearts, craning necks, and throats gasping for air.
I write poetry, science fiction, and trading bots. Currently working on my debut poetry book 'Love Like Yesterday Didn't Happen'.
I think a woman in a red dress should be classified as a meteorological phenomenon, the eye of a hurricane — in an orbit around her, a dizzying flurry of broken hearts, craning necks, and throats gasping for air.