The Archaeology of A Soul By Way Of Cartier

They split me open. ‬

‪Inside, they found healed wounds from old battles.

I was repaired. I was fixed.

The scars were there, and they were deep.

But now the scars are just tiny fragments of something that once was.

I wear those memories like a Cartier Love bracelet.

Gilded bondage meant to sanctify inseparable love.

Locked onto me forever with a tiny screwdriver.

It’s beautiful, isn’t it?

Cartier Love Bracelet. image: AdWeek.

Author: Becca Risa Luna

Seattle-based fashion writer and personal essayist. Likes designer handbags, glaring openness, and subtle vulgarity.

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