there once was a girl that was wilder than than the earth beneath our feet.
her hair was like piles of roses wilting in the summer sun.
her hands were snow-white plaster. slips of swan-wings, bleached whalebone fingers.
and when she spoke, one thought of warm chocolate and the sea and kissing in the grass.
she wanted to be
nothing more than a nothing.
a secret locked up in gold-colored ribcages
swallowing dust.
still she shone out like sun on water.
still she shone out like sun on water.
photography by The Girl Who Tamed The Tiger
