Unchain my heart, baby let me be

Unchain my heart ’cause you don’t care about me

You’ve got me sewed up like a pillow case

but you let my love go to waste so

Unchain my heart, oh please, please set me free

A swordsman strikes an opponent or other object with a mighty blow, almost always on a diagonal — from shoulder to opposite hip if the target is human(oid). For a moment, nothing appears to happen. A few seconds later, though, the top half of the object begins to slide off the bottom half: through great strength, great skill, the legendary virtues of the sword, or a healthy dose of Applied Phlebotinum, the sword has made a cut so clean that the object stays together until acted upon by an outside force, such as gravity, a gust of wind, or the victim trying to use their body normally. The initial seam created by the cut might not even be visible to the the naked eye: if it’s a person their clothes may look intact, and the wound will not start to bleed until it’s revealed to the audience

Made in Italy

50% cotton, 50% modal, 110 gr sm

raw edge finishings

powder print