Día 21: Ode to a Mom-onster.

Im free... totally free.

I was born in the spotlight. You taught me to love, to create. Makes me feel Diferente.

My paws starve into the stars, sky is broken, night is forgotten.

We, who shared pulse and blood rain in the same egg, start to fight with liberty pillows.

Love affair, fame, documents undercover. My passion is on the magazine.

Dressed me up as a nude person, and launch me into the stage, manage my feelings. I got dirty from all this desire, dirty poison lays on my lips.

Oh Mother, Imma son of a Monster.

x.o.x.o.