Sharp words, spikes, hot bolts, little stingers. Self scribbled over, parts erased by the pain they radiate.
It is very difficult for me to be around these people. Perhaps I am melodramatic, but I have some sensory issues. Listening to shouting is a very physical experience for me. Maybe this is how some people see me, also.
These works of art are meaningful to me. Possibly to you too.