I'm not kidding you. My anger wants to see broken bones, seasons of blood and confined souls. I waited as a martyr beyond. You taught me cruelness, and you made from my dry skin and hollow body a shelter for the scavengers. My land wasn't my land. My heart dropped under the muddy rain. The gods of the dark side owned my eyes, blurry vision, and gray memories. Have you expected me to be healed? No miracle inside my borders I'm a lonely, shattered soul with a desire for revenge. You have molded me.

The photo Work of Crystal Lee Lucas