Description
When stuff goes wrong it all goes wrong at once. A war breaks out, people you trusted for years stab you in the back, making you doubt your every move you have made the last seven years.
Art is my therapy. Here is one result of it. It is not the first betrayal but one that hits me in a different way.
Why you might ask are those rods in gold?
Because they used me making me think I did something good, something noble. Turns out I was not. Not only me, but friends close to me were used and abused. I was so vulnerable then and they used my mental state to make me do things. I feel dirty and exposed and... and...
you get the gist: I'm not over this yet but talking with my friends, my husband and making this piece has helped a lot.
I knew something was about to implode. I always said that I didn't know when, how or who would be involved but it would happen eventually. I wish I was wrong. I wish I wasn't involved in this mess.
I hope this is not too gory for you, if so let me know so that I mark it mature.
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