The mind is a treacherous place, of shadows and darkness ...
What do we see ... and is it really our sight, or that internalised, volatile and toxic societal construct ... What is it to feel alone, and alien exposed and seen judged and demanded to wear more to wear less to not give a reason to not "ask for it" to not be a victim But there is nothing stronger than the fierceness of a woman in defiance of the degree of probability. |