Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep: ? The day they pricked paint into her back permanent and violet she grew a lotus mandala lending a little stigmata wisdom to the thin bones of her grow for she didn’t know that year whether to follow sharp train tracks and disappear into the woods not to be discovered or…

via Stigmata-Candice Louisa Daquin/The Feathered Sleep — Sudden Denouement Literary Collective