June 23, 2018


I know I am different. I have always known. And I have always accepted. It has never bothered me.

My soul has never bothered me. The way my heart was even as it was not. The colour of blood pearl always [one of my] favourite. And black a natural accompaniment to the welcomed embrace of darkness.

There is beauty in blood. In darkness. In pain. In fire.

Inspiration is found in pain. Through twisting beauty. In splintering a heart through mind and soul and wanting to destroy to escape the pain. Through actions sought to numb all feeling.

We change. Or accept. And embrace. It all.

I have. I am. I will. The soul knows what is real.

Angel and demon. Inked representation of what resides within this earthly vessel of blood and bone. But not what can be explained through words or ink or touch or look alone. Felt through a soul that sings both and celebrates the demon that lets the angel survive.

Words: © 2018 Rosie Chee​