Wildflower's Mind Premium Print

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Her face is a garden that grew wild because no one gave it a fence.

Every dot, every petal, every burst of color across her skin is a memory she couldn't say out loud. One eye blooms open, wide and unguarded, still hoping. The other is ringed in fire, a sunburst of yellow spikes, the eye that learned to watch for danger before it learned to trust. Between them, a thousand small marks, flowers, leaves, hearts, seeds, all pressed into her like proof that something soft can survive being handled roughly.

This piece is about a girl who gave pieces of herself away just to feel like she mattered. Who let herself be used because being wanted, even briefly, even wrongly, felt like the closest thing to being loved. Her mind became a field where other people planted what they needed and walked away, and somehow, impossibly, wildflowers grew there anyway.