NOT YOURS TO KEEP
my heart becomes worthy
This is the death of the nice girl, the disillusionment that we ever needed to be one. They expected us to crawl to them, with palms up and legs open with perfect pretty painted faces and oh so sweet smiles, what a show to behold, what a horror to live. But I clench a knife between my teeth now, grinning ugly and blo...
I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)
win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets