novocaine sky

by Rachel Lynch in


Novocaine sky. She was born on halloween, in the chill of fall. Brought forth by her Adam's family in a grey stone house. Northern lights, her midnights were always left so unresolved, like a old fashioned mystery. She once swam in the arctic ocean just to feel the earth's chill.

But no matter how far north she went, she always found herself back in the wild west. Where the boys her choosing wore spurs on their boots and drove motorcycles. She had the cowboys under her spell, knowing she could have them living out her hand. It was here where her attitude was born, a bad motherfucker in the making.

photo credit: Damon Loble