Out of darkness and pain comes beauty and inspiration. 
I am a muse for a moving art project by photographer William Cox.

Photographs of my cuts and scars were taken- there was no editing, omitting or enhancing of the subject matter. 
for me this was difficult, i have never felt so exposed and vulnerable. It was intensely cathartic.

These works were ( Read more... )

Ghosts

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Little white lines pucker up between

Peach skin, disgracing a part of me

That should have been sexy-

The delicate curve of the thigh gliding

And blending over the pelvis to form

That beautiful arch the would spread

Upward to become the hipbone-

But no, there in that fragile ( Read more... )

I need an escape. i want to crack open my skull and spill out what's in there. turn my mind inside out flip it upside down. i want to fragment my existence, i want pieces to go flying outward in all directions like the universe breathing them in and out like little stars. i want every breath to suck in the world i knew and with every exhale spit ( Read more... )

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I was meant for something more. And it's not that I don't fit you, it's that you don't fit me. I'm tired of distorting myself to fit standards of existing that  I don't believe in or support. I thought I could trim the edges and shave the corners enough to fake conformity, but I've got blisters from all of the friction.

Is there a 'perfect fit', or ( Read more... )

...I'm feeling flutters deep within...
they're looping and swooping, and filling me up...


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I'm disgusted.

I'm hurt.

I'm so filled with emotion that I am physically feeling it pressing on the inside of my skin and bones. My head's swelling and my eyes are aching with the pressure of it all. My jaw is clenched and becoming sore with biting down on all the things that fight free to the surface.

I can't be anything other than who I am. So, if ( Read more... )

i still think you are stunning darling, your freedom of spirit, your big smile, and your wild hair. i still sit back and watch you moving through a room, secretly wishing you won't catch my eye, i just want to look, to see you, to bear witness to your presence, a presence so whole and complete, you leave little to be desired ( Read more... )

Hey, do you see me? I am right in front of your face, I am here often, and you know who I am. Why do you seem to think that it's ok to act as if I am not? To act like I am some object obstructing your view that you are trying to look around, or through? A pebble in your shoe, a hair in your soup? some small annoyance that you either ignore or try ( Read more... )

I have so many sentences stopped and started, cut off, erased, or not even in any intelligible form ( Read more... )