The Girl Who Played with Feathers

It was supposed to be the night. She was eager to meet him, could not wait until his arrival, could not wait to feel his closeness.

Such great expectations!

Then she woke up. She was all alone with no one around but loneliness...

Loneliness and blind desire.

Only feathers of her despair remained.

Photo and styling by Walkers on the Moon

Model: Tereza

© 2019 by Walkers on the Moon