fallen II

so tired are you
of the
hearts
of men
awful
pitiful
mewling
things
you search
hoping one day
to find one up
for the task
you thought
you’d found him
once
or
twice
but so fragile
are the hearts
of men
broken
turned to
dust
they slip though
your fingers
into
nothing.

okay. maybe i am having too much fun writing art journal pages as a fallen angel.
but it is so much so much fun.
and as any catholic girl can tell you from her church’s teachings, women are the devil.

so i’m just embracing that and running with it.

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