“He looked at me and said, ‘You’re a piece of work.’
My eyes fell down in shame but before I could settle there,
he cupped my chin and forced me to look back up at him.
I burned from his gaze.
‘My artwork.’ He whispered and pulled me close.”
My eyes fell down in shame but before I could settle there,
he cupped my chin and forced me to look back up at him.
I burned from his gaze.
‘My artwork.’ He whispered and pulled me close.”
