Materials: resin

I’ll forgive you for giving me your father’s name.
When I was young, my hand was held by the glove I wear today.
So his fate forgave the time he spent to hesitate
Eleven Mercury Stars over Lyman.
Leona May
Dress me in your father’s sailor clothes, I’ll still become my own.
After the Theft
Stolen Children
Where I dream to lie in Circumstance
Virtues of Disbelief