Rebekah

Rebekah

ON

15 years old

Posts

  • My Skin

    My skin is a sentiment of disgust and treachery, instilling trepidation to the untrusting, embedding guilt throughout my spine. I cannot stand.

  • The Art of the Unloved Child

    i will meet you on the soiled floor with splintered knees and pointless pinkie promises, bearing the gruesome girth of your loveless little lies / forever fighting to quench my thirst, but your roots will always remain sodden / they say

Loves

  • My Skin

    My skin is a sentiment of disgust and treachery, instilling trepidation to the untrusting, embedding guilt throughout my spine. I cannot stand.

  • The Art of the Unloved Child

    i will meet you on the soiled floor with splintered knees and pointless pinkie promises, bearing the gruesome girth of your loveless little lies / forever fighting to quench my thirst, but your roots will always remain sodden / they say

  • Persephone

    Persephone was tired. Tired of being nothing more than the daughter of a nearly forgotten goddess, of being a sweet innocent nymph, a girl content to frolic in fields under the sun.