Harv est b y A sh l ey M ares Here is my body ? unbroken in skin ? blessed and churned in blood. I laid myself out against nothing ? felt you unbuttoning my skin for you to consider the shape of my bones. Hold me in and dismantle my violent heartbeat. It?s an invitation to expose your desires, which to some, is love. I?ll allow you to feed on my porcelain skin until it drives you mad ? and you doubt my sanity. I crack open my bones ? collarbones and all ? for you to see me passing a pulse from one side of my body to the other. I think you pretended you were familiar with the rhythm. We are close enough to the ocean to taste the salt in the air and I wonder what it all means when I scream and only you can hear me.
ph oto by Joanna K osi nsk a 9 | Ink In Thirds