destruction of the self Ⓒ shezal, 2018

I have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my notebook and see the difference it can make. It's not magical. It's not life changing. But, it's Vermillion and it's me. ©VioletEden2017 HR- #8

it will make sense in the morning.

a natural hierarchy

cry with mama moon

shoved a needle in my brain and now my head won't stop bleeding

A fourteen/ fifteen year old coming to reality.

petals on leaves and trees on cliffs © altruistyc on wattpad

We look up at the stars and find in them a constellation. This is a collection of letters written in the form of poetry. Inspired by the ups and downs of high school.

of grassy meadows and sunlit dreams // poetry of the honey sweet love