POV after work.
Egon Schiele inspired portraits by Trisha Ward
If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.
I remember when I was in 3rd grade I had two gnarly fever blisters on my upper and lower lip, and this kid I was sitting next to in line for class pointed at me and very loudly stated, “Ew! What’s that thing on your mouth? You look like a freak.” I was humiliated for the rest of the week. Then in 7th grade I was on the bus and a kid turned around to ask me the same thing. I explained to him what it was and that it was from herpes simplex, and he laughed and said, “EW, YOU HAVE HERPES.”
Fuck you for making a spectacle out of me. Fuck you for making me feel bad about having a viral disease that I don’t have any control over and that I’ve had all my life. And fuck you, that shit hurts like you wouldn’t believe.
I think about those two times every time I flare up and when I notice the scars on my lips. I shouldn’t, but I do.
give yourself a chance
to be loved
in honest arms
by warm eyes
I was interested in everything and committed to nothing.
I just yawned so hard that I drooled and also I’m pretty sure my jaw unhinged and I became a snake for a second.
I’m so fuckin metal.