Janna LigganAug 24, 20161 minMINEYou are from my rib he breathed Into the bed linens Yet I heard and grinned, Because I had ripped it From his side and swallowed it into...
Janna LigganAug 24, 20161 minAN UNTITLED LIFEMy life is like my hair on dye- I change the color yet every try Has never stopped it getting dry. #JannaLiggan #AnUntitledLife
Janna LigganAug 24, 20161 minTHE CHURCH OF JOHN COLTRANEIt’s true beauty can stop a heart If made of twinklings of sassafras, Honeydew and soft blown glass As slow or as fast As it takes for...
Janna LigganAug 24, 20161 minBENEATHEven the lines in my neck can trace the outline of his lips beneath his beard. No one else knows so exactly how they are shaped. ...