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♡ ˚₊‧ ꒰ა About me ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ♡

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ my name is Mya Faith

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ I’m a model in NYC

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ some notable work I’ve been in includes Vogue, Harpers Bazzar, Elle, Forbes, Grazia etc.

꒰ა White swan ໒꒱

Me for New York Bridal Fashion week

I’ve been quite busy with NYFW and Bridal fashion week but I’m backkkk

I’ll post some of my work from that very soon ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧

Cover me in holy water,

don’t you dance the pastor’s daughter.

Whispers in confessionals,

and lies like a professional.

A rosary wrapped around my wrist.

I pray like a child and sin like a myth.

Take each disaster, a sign from the saints,

be a good girl, adhere to restraints.

Velvet and venom, lullaby lies,

go down, Mother Pearl, go high hollow skies.

Keep on my path and I’ll carve you in stone,

I’m the only way to not feel alone.

I know he won’t love me

by his unkempt hair,

the way he holds his hands

and his thousand years stare.

The harder I look

I still see myself there,

with that crooked man

in that creaking chair.

I tip toe around him

like glass on the floor.

I’m broken and bleeding

and begging for more.

Broken mirror with edges that glare.

One side myself

the other stripped bare.

He rocks and he wallows.

He speaks in his sleep.

He watches, he follows.

He falls and he weeps.

Won’t meet in the middle

But I love myself there.

Reborn or dying…