I WAS A DAISY FRESH GIRL AND LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME

225 days under grass
and you know more than i.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.

when you left
you took almost
everything.
i kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.

what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and i do not care.

(for jane, charles bukowski)


my sister took me to the prettiest little park near her house which really looked like "the secret garden" by frances hodgson burnett, or how i would have imagined it when i read the book. lush green grass and mossy trees between emerald colored ponds, a tiny rosegarden in between and deer and fireflies swirling between the trees and bushes when the sun goes to sleep.
it seems a bit deserted as there are nearly never any people around, so it's been the perfect place to do a shoot, model is taylor at wings, i did all styling and make up, unfortunately my only proper camera that i took with me to america decided to leave me hanging and died after i took like 20 percent of the pictures i actually wanted to take.