Daylight shades paint the frames and Instagram pages with beautiful smiles and short blond locks that look out at the world with a certain curiousness. Snapshot moments of social projections pushed out onto the internet so strangers can view those small lies, because these pictures do not know or show a quarter of the truth.
Behind the staged displays of fun and cosplay there are dark shadows with deep corners where broken hearts bleed clutching their bruised wrists and split lips. Where blood drips on the cracked tip of the kitchen counter top.
There are repeated rapes, cruelty and denial, honesty rejected, and despairing. There is a sense of resignation to not let this invasion define her life.
There is abandonment from those who should have safe guarded her pulsar heart, there is injustice, and while the darkness has not swallowed her soul whole yet, she still finds time to give light to a friend who was trying to lend a compassionate ear to her.
These photos do not dare to chart the depths seldom shared, or explore more then mere outward pleasantries.
There is so much left to see, hear, and hold dear, deep conversation, neuroscience and psychology discussion that are enlightening,
so much more then mere flesh, or hastened breathed burnt by desirous men and their unwanted intrusions.
There is dark art and a heart yearning for the burning of an honest and caring love, one that runs from safe fields searching desperately for the person they need to protect because to do otherwise would destroy their life.
These photographs are little lies that we put out in the world, smiles that hide possible fast or very slow suicides, especially if there is no one ever around to ask “Are you ok?” and if not then to ask “why?”