There is a wildness within every woman, some will stay. will press stars into the wounds. will hold your feet as you learn to walk again with the weight of a too-full heart pummelling. I didn't leave. I unraveled, like its knuckled roots, tangled in time and soil, becoming something knotted yet free— ...
Mind-blowing surreal and beautiful. I've been trying to get an AI to do something similar.