I grew up in the shadows of my worship,
In the shadows of models.
And they clung to my skin,
Until there was nothing left to grip.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 6:50 AM UTC
I grew up in the shadows of my worship,
In the shadows of models.
And they clung to my skin,
Until there was nothing left to grip.
_lapoetry__