what's inside me

the attacks have been hitting really hard the past few weeks. really odd. valairian is keeping them at bay but ive been suggested to try another thing so i think i may.

their cold meat, the hands grip my already icy lungs - and we pull ourselves into a frenzied dance - jaws incapable of moving, souls incapable of singing.

dry dry dry [we start to stretch]

~b


ps - yes those are stone sour lyrics in the image and yes i stapled their heads twice, they deserved to feel it
media: artliner / masking tape / lipstick / blue pencil / staples