Colored pencil sketch of a woman touching herself in 1st person POV, looking down at the waist, legs, and feet. She's lying on a rumpled bed, and the background and her skin are both lit up in pink and orange shimmering galaxy nebulas.
Colored pencil sketch of a woman touching herself in 1st person POV, looking down at the waist, legs, and feet. She's lying on a rumpled bed, and the background and her skin are both lit up in pink and orange shimmering galaxy nebulas.

The birth of a galaxy

There is a poem to accompany this piece of art.  It is presently unpublished in the hopes of winning poetry contests.  Should I strike lucky, I will gleefully update this post to include where the poem has been published.

Handwritten, cursive signature says "pea flower tea" in lowercase letters. The flower is a small sketch of a bloom, instead of the word for "flower".
If an idea doesn't explode orgasms of bright sparks, cascading into and setting my own dark places alight, then I probably won't write about it.

Tell me something that moves you.

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