oblivion

Francesca Woodman

you think you’re in control. then you’re dragged out and down under, scraping your knees against the rocks. the black folds of childhood has turned into sharp sapphire spears that press against my rib cage, crumpling lungs like paper.

above, just a muddled roar.

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