I buried myself.
Beneath men.
And beauty.
And fear.
I buried myself.
With shards of mirrors.
I shed it,
So slowly.
All that wreckage –
Was it me?
I buried myself.
Beneath men.
And beauty.
And fear.
I buried myself.
With shards of mirrors.
I shed it,
So slowly.
All that wreckage –
Was it me?