S Cult

Chapter four. Flesh.

flesh

As it is. Uneven, unfiltered.

Drag the wall across.

Hands held together at the waist, in a cream long-sleeve shirt

Show it or hide it

Either way, you chose. It’s real. It still isn’t all of you.

A tall concrete wall with rows of tie holes, and concrete cubes on the ground
The shoulder and sleeve of a white long-sleeve top
The long-sleeve tee lives here. Clothes