May 22, 2018
@godlyeyebrows
“You know, if I were you, I’d be a bit careful,” Miriam speaks softly, resting one hand on her hip as she watches the other do what appears to be investigating. It’s the bus stop she had turned into a shrine on one of her first days, when the world had needed some more color to it. These flowers were beginning to develop a mind of their own, creeping out among the concrete.
“I’d hate to see my work hurt someone.”