My senses are tender, anemic; I hear the meadows calling for me. Frailty. Frailty. Frailty. ( F R A G I L I T Y . ) A chapbook of sixteen poems I have written over the course of three years, that speaks of the violent transition from girl to woman, and the cost of becoming one. / by Demi Ev. Available on: payhip.com/b/3cqg