Butterflies roam Vanishing atrocities in A lavish garden Hiding eerie things With their little butter wings Ignored in […]
Fear instilled so deep within, Let them run free Through woods and breeze Without judgement of the minds […]
Like the trees we gained more rings, and found ourselves at the park.
My favourite things have always been stuck in a state of in-between.
ZANI BOILLAT is a writer and independant artist. You’ll find her drawing or taking photographs while […]
a secret: i hate my body