witsh

I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all. I like watching people, but I don’t like talking to them, dealing with them, pleasing them, or offending them. I am tired.

these images evokes royalty, each is a very different type. 

Fasting for 60 days. I wore white. Abstained from mirrors. Abstained from sex. Slowly did not speak another word. In that time my hair grew past my ankles. I slept on a mat on the floor. I swallowed a sword. I levitated…into the basement, I confessed my sins and was baptized in a river. Got on my knees and said, “Amen.” And…I said I mean. I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet. I threw myself into a volcano, I drank the blood and drank the wine. I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God. I crossed myself and thought I saw the devil. I grew thickened skin on my feet.I bathed…in bleach and plugged my menses with pages from the Holy Book. But…still inside me coiled deep was the need to know. Are you cheating? Are you cheating on me?

REAL TALK THO