Pink Roses shackling and un-shackling the cacoon and the chrysalis

++when i stopped loving++ heart full of daggers old religion, a hum a child's cry her small thumb soft skin snd soft eyes heart full of pride a distant trumpet personal fascet a face reflecting face

slap your mommy to lean from attachment non-verbal concept relearned backwards imagery and sound

pelirrojo definition of my seclusion only led forward into my collusion until i was diagnosed with delusion

hand out reached to grab an anatomical heart ~at age 9 a separation had happened in the body the incision like a dead nerve every curve, every crevice became a sin if god made everyone in his image you would wonder why you were here at all people's flesh, their holy temples at age 9 you watched what it looked like to be cremated every curve, every crevice ashened and hurt and yet, it felt like desecration though you could not explain the lust felt reflected in these images now you are older and the body has taken a new meaning a new pain you can feel and see every pain on your stomach on your arms your thighs your face your hair there is trauma in your hips your creation is not a mistake the body you are in is not a mistake you are not a mistake - to be a woman~ #confessional