Paris
1 min readJun 9, 2021
by Tessie Herrasti
Rue de Vaugirard, Montparnasse 2008.
The snow and the cold pierce far besides my body,
I have a wet and shivering spirit.
Paris had taught me to become my own spy,
a master of deception in the ways of beauty.
A place so glamorous and so proud
where I once felt like I belonged
but where I wasn’t meant to shine,
it was not part of the plan.