"She may contain the urge to run away, but hold her down with soggy clothes and breeze blocks. Your fever grips me again. Never kisses, all you ever send are fullstops. Do you know where the wild things go? They go along to take your honey.
Muscle to muscle and toe to toe, the fear has gripped but here I go. My heart sinks as I jump up, your hand grips my hand as my eyes shut.
Please don't go, please break my heart."
lace romper by Nasty Gal
hair + makeup by Kayti Hurd
photos by Phillip Van Nostrand