‘They’re monsters,’ Dalia spat, pacing the room like a caged animal. She couldn’t look at the mess the guards had made of Derren, of Kai’s careful hand as he tried to tidy up the worst of it.
This poem grew from two separate comments I left on Nancy’s site, written almost four weeks apart. Different days, different moods — yet when I revisited them, they seemed to lean toward one another and form a cohesive whole.
Io feel like this is a veryne of my favourite things about my character (Cam from Last Pick) is that she has bad skin (acne/texture) since she's a hormonal teenager, and actively makes it worse by using a million skincare creams and serums but doesn't realise she's doing it