Ghosts of Christmas Past (Original Project): Let's go get hurt

Let's Go Get Hurt

Red wax dripping on my pale knees

You watch me play with the flame

Candle's burning me less than your fingertips

How does the Moon feel

When the wolf first howls for her?

I know.

I heed no warnings

Read no signs or labels

If we're fragile

Let it all break

I trace the necklace under your shirt

Collarbones snarl at me like teeth

Knowing what fire gets me

But

A wolf howls just as badly when it hurts

And I also bite.

Poem by me.

This illustration is part of my original art and sensory project called Ghosts of Christmas Past.

And a fun edit version (it was before the final was ready tho):

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