I love you, so I’ll play the part of silver-tongued Hermes. I’ll lie, trick you, and tell you we have time as often as you need to hear it. Let another tomorrow through the door, I promise he won’t bite.
Sometimes i feel you
what do you tell them?
A photo series by Nur Aishah Kenton
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.”