Written by Chloe Tredrea in June 2020
No time to be stuck in the past, dreaming of what on I coveted. These rose-tinted glasses are growing dull.
I just failed to accept that reality strips you to the bone
Does me finding the courage to trust myself
Really push you away?
The drawings came from a state of bliss and expansion, the type of clarity and creativity that would come about after orgasms.
“Saint Sebastian, I have many things to confess.”
It never occurred to me that photography could exist so close to home.
“I thought that if you could leave and learn and see beyond your own back fence you were somehow no longer trapped like cattle in the run.”
“I should be an amoeba.”
“closing her eyes as their lips meet / she can taste her desperation / desperate to forget the boys who came before”.