The creature with the head of snakes
was nothing more than a frightened girl,
Betrayed by the god she prayed to
They gave her
So that no man could hurt her again.
They hurt her anyway.
History made her out to be a
And I wonder
How many monsters…
You remember hurt like this:
This bone-deep ache.
The one that feels like it might open up
In the not-so-steady ground beneath your feet
And swallow you.
No, your heart isn’t broken.
That word is too violent. Too sharp.
Your heart is a pinprick…
Should I make an art blog? And if so, what should my url be?