They hold a mask for the world, fingers steady, trembling underneath. Behind it, a quiet storm. Sometimes, alone, they lift it and wonder if the face beneath was ever theirs. Their Mask by Rae Sabine #arttherapistart #maskingart #arttherapist #neurodivergentart #queerart

I speak from the blue, calm, steady, like open sky. I bring what I know, offer it plainly, with the quiet clarity that feels like truth. But then, without warning, red erupts. It crashes through the centre, hot, loud, jagged, like I’ve lit a fuse I didn’t know was there, like my words, meant as sharing, have somehow become a weapon in someone else’s storm. I stand, blinking in the heat of it, singed by their fury, searching backwards through my steps what did I do? But this i

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