Viola's Playhouse
"In a instance, a wave of asphyxiation crashes into me. Instinct becomes foreign, my limbs try and try but I'm only left feeling heavier. I try to slip out of it's lacerating 'embrace', but something feels different. Belonging. I feel welcomed. every piece of me, welcomed. That's when I realized, I cannot hide."
A drawing for a short story i wrote when I was a young teen.













