Pieceful Revolution
Standing naked in front of you, she shivers at her reflections.
Piece by piece, her self-deconstruction begins at the intersections between glance and deprecation.
"Eres más fuerte de lo que te imaginas".
You deserve more than to put yourself through this.
With a gentle kiss to her knife, she punctures the sight of herself repeatedly.
Shattered, you fall at her feet.
Blood slowly trickles.
She stands naked while your static perceptions of her crumble.
Freed, she dusts herself off and sweeps you away.
Your shards mirror her movements but no longer her consciousness.
She repeats the healing song of her abuelitas
Sana, sana, potito de rana. Si no te curas hoy, te curarás mañana.
Finally, the healing of her broken soul has begun.
Piece by piece, her self-deconstruction begins at the intersections between glance and deprecation.
"Eres más fuerte de lo que te imaginas".
You deserve more than to put yourself through this.
With a gentle kiss to her knife, she punctures the sight of herself repeatedly.
Shattered, you fall at her feet.
Blood slowly trickles.
She stands naked while your static perceptions of her crumble.
Freed, she dusts herself off and sweeps you away.
Your shards mirror her movements but no longer her consciousness.
She repeats the healing song of her abuelitas
Sana, sana, potito de rana. Si no te curas hoy, te curarás mañana.
Finally, the healing of her broken soul has begun.