This drawing started with a social-media pen pal in the UK. We struck up a conversation online and ended up chatting back and forth for a little while. During that time I started sketching his face from some of the photos he shared. It became a bit of a thing for us—I’d draw him, try something different, draw him again. Over that short stretch I ended up with a few portraits, but this one quickly became my favorite.
[Trigger Warning] This poem contains metaphoric descriptions of sexual violence and may be distressing for some individuals. They told the garden child her blooms were all she’d need: no rain, just sh
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