If you think the value of a woman is only in the curve of her hips and the shape of her breasts, you do not understand how to read beneath her jagged… - Nikita Gill

Yes, I am dreadful and I am desolate and I am difficult to digest No I do not apologise for the things that I am for what makes me today I am that dark thing that you loved to hate, now the terror that keeps you awake Call me gross Call me stupid Call me disgusting None of those names can ever hurt me again I am a thousand treacherous things I was not made To be lovely for you I was made to eat monsters for ME I never lied I never claimed not to make mistakes I never said I was a saint When you bullied me with those names as a child You made a horrible mistake

Does the night ever tire of the darkness? Does the sea ever tire of her own depths? Do the trees ever tire of their roots? Do mortals ever tire of looking for other mortals to call home?

She is alone.
And oh
how brilliantly she shines.