We part and a hollowness fills my chest. It’s as if you have taken something from me, cut me open and stolen my most intimate things. You go, and I am left here, searching my body for scars.
Self-portrait
We part and a hollowness fills my chest. It’s as if you have taken something from me, cut me open and stolen my most intimate things. You go, and I am left here, searching my body for scars.
Self-portrait