🌿 A poem by Britt Wolfe
There’s a gravity in the way you move—
A pull I feel in the quietest moments,
When your hand brushes mine
As though it’s by chance,
But my skin knows better.
Your eyes hold a language
That doesn’t need words.
They flicker,
Dark with knowing,
Soft with something I feel in my bones.
Britt Wolfe writes emotionally devastating fiction with the precision of a heart surgeon and the recklessness of someone who definitely shouldn’t be trusted with sharp objects. Her stories explore love, loss, and the complicated mess of being human. If you enjoy books that punch you in the feelings and then politely offer you a Band-Aid, you’re in the right place.
