beyvenchy:

“The nail technician pushes my cuticles back, turns my hand over, stretches the skin on my palm and says: “I see your daughters and their daughters.” That night, in a dream, the first girl emerges from a slit in my stomach. The scar heals into a smile. The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails. We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath. I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat. A flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.”

(via heartfairy)