Bandaid

Bandaid🩹

A tortured soul cries out unable to contain the agony

Static and moisture fill up the clouds, we can’t escape these cycles

Swallow

gripping tighter to the cliffs edge, praying for better weather

But the Cataclysmic storm rages on, the pills did not matter

Another visit needed but only a bandaid is given

smothering any hope or desire

Infertile Lands

My conscience is closed off

I need sleep

Sundew depletes the last glimmer of hope

I bound and adhere myself together like the endometriosis that infiltrates my shell

We are all Ignorant to the law of life blood

Watching the world go by as I am casted out to the edge of the sea

Somatic memories from menarche still linger

My body is like a parasite insidious like mistletoe

The cactus has been exsanguinated and what was the cost?

Only

Cordyceps

Feed off me

(The art I made inspired from my journey with highly suspected endometriosis. Too many people born assigned female at birth have this terrible disease. It can cause terrible periods, chronic pelvic pain, infertility, and many more complicated symptoms. I just want to make clear I am okay, endometriosis and/chronic pelvic pain is just a lot.

Art is made by me!✨🎨🖌️

…Do you see me?

🩰🐰🎀

I love violets, they grow in the shade.

The parts of the world I’m familiar with. 

Fae

Nymph by the water

Hear the Buzzing in the trees

You were given Wings

To fly back to your daughters