Betrayal

Betrayal
My love walked away. She promised me that she would return, yet she didn’t. and I waited. And waited. And waited. She didn’t come. This butterfly started out as I wanted it to be a fiery bloody butterfly but as I worked on the body, my anger turned to sorrow and the rest of the butterfly turned blue as ocean tears and we even have the slightly ripped wings on the bottom wings…


my butterfly project has become more of an on paper thing. because i find the more time i spend on my design, the faster i calm.... also, my school gave me detention for writing on my skin and i couldnt explain the butterfly project to them without being thrown out.....