This is my skin but I can’t say I’ve met her.
No-one has met me yet.
No-one really knows her either.
I’m too scared to face the world and so is she.
The tale of two cities; I live in constant transit.
I nurture with excessive love, catering to pleasure and the provision of absolute support.
I function from strength, monochromatic decisions and absolute definitions.
The pursuit of divine sovereignty seems to linger in my atmosphere like a belt of stars on a clear, dark night.
To unite these cities under a single rule, the colours of self.
Madison Liddell 