(c) Malicia Frost

There was a rift in the world
Inside of her, too
Her hair smelled of steel
That had cut her right trough
And as she lay crying
In the morning dew
She tore off her skin
And found they were two

This is somewhat of a self portrait. I found some new watercolor pencils yesterday and wanted to test them out. I kind of love them!

– Malicia Frost


About Malicia Frost

Your local Frankenstein.
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2 Responses to Interstice

  1. unbolt says:

    Oh… stunning art, Malicia! I love these scraps with words… And her nakedness.
    It looks innocent and maturely at the same time.

    Liked by 1 person

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