Self-Destruction


I love and I am self-destructive with it. Wind that kindles the fire and keeps it glowing. Spreading. Spread myself open allowing myself to soak into every crevice. My curiosity desperately opens some doors while slamming others shut before I really know why. My anxiety turning over every stone and then once more and again just to make sure. An explorer, I chase my passions and I've been lead astray.

One by one they will kill me and I will be left with a masterpiece.

Art & Words by Michelle Estrella
@goodnightmeesh

2 comments

  1. The piece and the words compliment each other so nicely. I can sink myself into this piece.

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