maelynslavik

You love to paint.

You teeter on the line between

Hedonism and Asceticism

with every move of your fingers

each shape you make in the clay

leather jacket

green eyes

 Love 

raining endless rain

there was no one

cautious, I loved it

The collar of the boy's jacket 

six years now

I can love

we weren't even close to fairy tales. but

your hands clasped in mine felt like satiny silk

on a wedding dress made for

this warmth that pricks my heart full of

blood and oxygen that tastes of you

1/3 of  women 

Around the world are 

Sexually abused

Physically and mentally 

That 

Is 

1,466,666,666 women

Little girls

Grown women

The women next to you