Your wrath lashes out and belted at me in its flow,
It is all too familiar but you never hold back.
I writhe in your accusations and take in all the pain,
Embracing it all like it has been my fault.
Permitting the batter as it blankets me,
Allowing the torment to seep out like Ectoplasm.
Photography / Soon Tong
Fashion Direction / Ashburn Eng
Hair & Make-up / Chris Ruth
Model / Marana B
& Jana K
Text / Luth Seah Zhiqiang
Styling Assistance & Outfits By / Shanna Matthew
Posted by Wobblinbetty in Fashion / photography