Under Wraps

Editor's Note

This piece has been previously published in the first volume of Cathartic, Silakbo's annual zine.

Trigger Warning

The following content contains nudity and depictions of blood/gore. Viewer discretion is advised.

These striking images aim to raise awareness towards gaslighting and abuse, highlighting the internal delusion of a survivor. These wounds never heal over time, and it’s never easy to just “get a grip” and move forward.

 


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