my winter garden, how you leave less, this invisible garden, my hidden madness. in this concrete jungle theyll never look, theyll never know. behind those curtains grows life.
i wonder if in the wild theyd survive. two deformed girls in a group of 18. do you sacrifice time and supplies for the weakened or do you embrace and empower the strength of the rest. a moment of silence for two that have passed. in this jungle only the strong survive.
me and my bitches symbiotic like men and meat like earth and flora. i feel as one with them. they live to please me as i do them. i breathe with them. take them in, a vessel for their cloudy visions. they have showed me much and for that i give them my all.