🥀DEDICATION TO MY WILDFLOWERS.🥀
This book is dedicated to my feral readers.
It is for the young girls who were told to 'forgive and forget' while her soul demanded a debt in blood.
To the molested, the discarded, and the shattered...those whose lives had been stolen before it even began.
Those who have spent a lifetime yearning to belong, only to find that the only place they fit is in the shadows of their own dark vengeance...
For the girls who learned too early that 'no' is a prayer that goes unanswered.To the abused, the erased, and the haunted.
To the girls whose lives were hollowed out by the hands of men who called it love. This is for the vengeful heart beating in the chest of the quietest girl in the room.
To the one who was told that her violation was a test of faith, and her strangulation was a cross to bear.
This is for the young girl who sat in the pews, suffocating under the weight of a preacher's hand while he spoke of purity.
To the molested girls who were told to 'pray for their enemies.'To the feral girls who realized the Devil wasn't in the pit, but in the pulpit.
To the pillaged girls.
To the gutted girls.
To the girls whose skin was a map of a preacher's depravity, mapped out in bruises that no scripture could heal.
Pray no more.
Do not forgive, do not forget.
If you couldn't set their world on fire, let mine burn for you and may these pages be the weapon you weren't allowed to carry.
Here is the justice the world denied you.
Do you want this, pretty girl?
Flip the page.
