I'm pretty happy with how this turned out

i.
i love you more than myself;
i love you as the blood in my mouth.

ii.
i’m sorry for wearing your bones,
and cutting myself with the bottles
you had broken.
though stars have died for us and
i want to die for you,
your wounds should not become my wounds.

iii.
your history is a ghost in the attic of my head
and i keep begging for a bigger haunting:
you devour my thoughts but i crave more;
i want your voice to tell me i’m adored,
i want to wake up with bruises on my neck
instead of bruises on my heart.

iv.
i crave more:
our mouths on fire with ethanol,
the butterflies exploding in our lungs,
your body blazing with heat between me and the wall
as i explore your skin with tongue and teeth.
—  i crawled into you and made a home in your chest // l.h.

Tried some colored pencil stuff without inked lines, something I haven’t done in a while. This is an original character from a story or something that I may or may not write or draw someday. Her name is Chantrelle (yes, I know it’s also a mushroom) c:

I stole the dress from a picture of a dress I saw. It’s not really her normal sort of outfit. Can you tell I got super lazy with the shoes?