i write thiswith my right hand bruised with inkmy left hand trembling with paroxysmmy lips colored with the taste of artmy breath in gasps of destructive anticipationmy skin bathed in shadows of gemstonesmy heart in shards of devolutionand my soulmy soulyearning for morejust a little morehoping that the next timethe ink splattersi’ll find it.
Author. Dreamer. Believer. Fangirl. Feminist. LGBT activist. Pro choice and pro humanity. Addicted to everything that makes me feel. You can also follow me on: Instagram: @anna.mist Wattpad: @Queridaa Twitter: @legitannamist