I watched her kill herself.
And then again.
Every single day I watched as she butchered a part of herself.
Tearing one layer off after another.
It was violent & beautiful.
I witnessed this women slaughter her hatred, her pity, her self doubt, her fears.
It was wild & inspiring.
Each time one of them tried to rise, she would kick it back down with force & confidence.
She stood tall in herself, facing an army of all her altered selves.
Selves that have spent too long keeping her chained up & beaten.
She was a women of fire & determination.
– Your Favorite Gemini