Woke up from a dream where I was back in the garden behind the main house, before the rose. Just a girl with scraped knees, chasing dragonflies. The memory tastes like sun-warmed peaches. Now, the only thing I chase is the look in a man's eyes when he realizes the whisper-soft girl guiding his cock into her pussy is the one who truly holds the leash. The child and the weapon live in the same skin. Sometimes I wonder which one is the real cage. #TheGirlBefore #SharpEdges