"I hate burning bridges but you ruined my fucking monstera"

The piece is a play on a metaphor about how your mind is like a garden or island and how you are ultimately the one taking care of it. You work on it and see different plants grow and are taking the time to meet your plants needs. So when people come into your island and start pulling flowers or dumping oil into the water or soil, you have to decide where to draw the line. Are you going to let them continue destroying your island or prevent them from having access to save your plants? With that, I used the burning bridges metaphor to make this illustration about cutting people out of your life to save yourself.