Untrue.

untrue.

somethimes I think damn I really am just a fucking idiot

Amontillado.

I just to burn it all down

Set fire to the dresses

Damn the skirts to hell

Wipe off all the makeup 

Bury the clanging bell

You told me it was worth it

It all works out in the end

But the only end I see 

Is the one where I am dead. 

She fought so hard you see

To be who she is

In an uncaring family

That didn’t believe her

I don’t want her struggle 

To be in vain

But I can’t see her living like this

Crushed under the pain

So put on those trousers

And the green flannel shirt

You had some fun as her 

But maybe now it’s time to

Stop

Go back

And bury her.

following last night, mother dearest has done… absolutely nothing. So yes, turns out that trip to A&E was just so she could feel good about doing the right parenting thing™️

Sacred Trinkets

I meant it when I said:

I carry this with my whenever

I’m facing something difficult

Or even just need a helping hand

This small trinket

Slips into my hand almost on its own

Providing comfort in the memory of you

So if you can’t be there in person

I still have a small shard

Given by the angel of the forest

This little frog

Brings more than I could ever articulate

But I hope this poem

Goes some way to explaining why

I have a little less fear.

Some sketches of concept art for my battle jacket.

Unhealthy Isolation/Cutting out the Rotten apple