Personal Poetry PHOTOGRAPHY, AND ART: Spiders crawl within my arteries, and into my brain. There is an endless fire in my ribcage, which makes it impossible for me to speak without that flame scorching others skin. I am fearful of who I am. The thought of having to live my whole life in this skin makes me claustrophobic. I want to scream and tear this old skin off which I am meant to call home.
- Side Note- This is just random poetry, photography, and my pieces of art. never done this before so I am sorry I am well aware I seem like an amature, so please help me, and I would love feedback or any comments.
-side note- the first chapter is not what the rest of my book will look like, it is a simple explanation of the type of context you will encounter. There are many different styles you will encounter, it's messy, just like me. I am not perfect, nor do I want to be.
Side note- this wonderful cover was made by @lyspynen, they are amazing and very talented I highly recommend following them :)