if you think, that after all this time, she is still twitching with your silly electricity, your stupid eyes and smells, I am here to announce: you are wrong.
you are under the impression that she wraps her arms around and around herself, choker tight, just to claw at the places you once touched, well, sir, you are mistaken.
has trained her heart to seek far corners of this world. This hallway. This fucking cigarette.
This is not a prison and she is not fueled by a mission and/or hope.
All images by Burcum Baygut