I let you in. And not your regular let you in but that you sleep in my pores let you in that I wrote your name on a tree in heaven let you in I opened every door and held it for you let you in… I let you in and you burned everything to the ground. Called me a queen then took apart my crown and, forced me to eat the pieces. See, you left me in pieces and expected me to find peace in it.
this, this, this. every word of it = my life
9 months later and i feel the same.
A few designs I’ve created for The Blot Magazine.