Drawings > Drawing and Writings

"Conclusion" (Excerpt)

...

I gave birth to a son, and I gave him to my hair. He lived in the thick of it. He sharpened his arrows on the tips of it. At first, he would dive in close to my cheeks, my ears, but I couldn’t hear his tiny voice through the screaming thicket, so he would climb back out, dangling his legs into the sky. Soon, he just stayed out and cried his truest desires to the sun.

I fed him instead.
...

-Published by Dancing Girl Press