Naked in colors, I lay my head down
no eye wants to see empty
so I filled the blurred parts in
with a spectrum of futures;
some clean, some soiled, some stolen
some moving away, others creeping closer
none that involved you
some that didn’t involve me
and a haunting, bright as daylight
chasing my now, breathing down my neck
spelling out what no one said I’d become.
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Instead of testing my wings
I tried to evaluate my ability to fall.
Did you know that halos turns into horns
so that god can no longer grip them?
You do not always wake up
before hitting the ground.
Pain can be felt in any dream.
Dreams can be built from any hurt.
Descent may come by any hand.
Cut the rope before they have a chance
to let go.
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I cried my sight down the baptismal font
The devil got me a new pair of eyes
that pierced through every false friend
and thieving lover lost in the night
cleansed the shadows from the corners
and added beauty to my broken glass path
my reflection seems so much taller now
the world rendered in new shapes
my footsteps pointing forward instead
of the home I once knew
needing no one’s light to guide me
Where did you go, girlwolf?
I found your skin on the porch
still dripping, still smelling
Did you ever think of staying
where the world can’t touch you?
Too eager to be seen,
too wild to be kept silent.
Dance naked on their gazes.
Never eat from their hands again.
You thought me a trophy
on your shelf
but I’m more lika a casualty
a stain on your bed
an inconvenient infection
who cried and left
dissolved into its own night
is my fortress
but I won’t wait
for the storm to pass
I will beat the admiration
from your eyes,
cut my hair,
let you down
until you never
feel for me again
Like many girls,
I was born with a grenade pin in my hand
I spend the nights listening
to the silent countdown
I’m a rootless and fragile thing
in a hurry to live
before I’m torn apart by my delusions
bleed out everything
I’ve ever owned