A woman, who’s a free spirit that can’t pass on, from her deathly sin she floats in the air cold and aimlessly. roaming the earth
til she can find herself gathering up all of belongings, memories, family members, and
children. Anything that’s connected to her, and hers. She’s a split personality of Mother Teresa, and a niece to Athena. A beautiful dead woman with intuition, premonition, prophecies, stories to tell, people to warn, more things to give than the giver, but always running “
suicide runs” that never end. She’s the beautiful dead woman, who’s still
dead at the end of the day still losing her mind.
My atroppa bella dona doesn’t feel good, she’s overwhelmed with anxiety grimaced from the thought of where her
iPhone is because she forgot how to forget and she has a
screenshot on her
phone.