Photography by Francis George
Model Khalilah Yasmin
Make Up Artist Zee Clemente
Picture inspired Poetry…
“as·phyx·i·ate” Copyright Khalilah Yasmin 2015
Falling in is easy but I haven’t yet mastered the escape.
Voluntarily submitting myself to severe emotional rape.
For my own sake- I need to break my own spell.
I envision and become addicted to a false heaven built inside of a very real hell.
Convinced I know myself well,
Using a mallet to break the chain.
My straightjacket awaits me as I sleep amongst the sane.
In a prison, I walked into knowing I would be trapped,
my captor laughed at my naiveté and at himself he clapped.
Seems I love poison when it’s disguised as healing,
This is the last time I’ll feel my heart peeling…
Layers of scar tissue, that should have built a wall,
instead allow in false suitors
reminding me not to love at all.
Laying down broken and almost left for dead,
somehow I rise again, as if I never bled.
I’m my own enemy, addicted to a false heaven
built inside of your very real hell,
I thought I did, but I don’t know myself very well.