the fall was brutal. and the scars are permanent. I suppose that’s what girlhood is.

fetal position in a Motel 6 bathtub, mascara smeared like ash…

this is where memory decays sweetly, where sound becomes scripture.

fragments

the ache

“The Art of Rotting” 08142025

• home was the first grave

🫧 “Run Rabbit Run” - Alice Barton

⋆ to hunt or to be hunted

⋆ aesthetic: bloody knees and bruised flesh

🕯 “White keys” — Dominic Fike

⋆ smoke laced idealism dressed in nostalgia

⋆ aesthetic: packed in a 2001 sedan at the beach on a Saturday afternoon

🔮 “Drag Path” — Twenty One Pilots

⋆ reminiscence laced with grief

⋆ aesthetic: thumbing through weathered photographs in your childhood bedroom