God-chasing ex-sinner, dying to live. Content strategist and copywriter.
I wanted your hands everywhere,
Hands with a mind of their own,
Electricity, tingles between touches,
Shock my body, make it your home.
If you can’t take criticism,
Don’t make art,
Don’t post selfies,
Don’t even look in the mirror.
No reflection of you in my photos,
Of you standing in front of the glass,
The one behind me,
So thank you for your kindness,
But stand at an angle that keeps you out.