Today everyone seems small, from the perspective of the floor that is.
Hunger is scraping out my esophagus in it’s old familiar way.
Old addictions tap on my shoulder to say hello.
And I am tempted to welcome them with warm open arms.
But I seem to still have a life to live, and the only way to do that looks to be with my nerve endings open and bare faced to the world.
Which is apparently a proverbial “sitting duck" sign
Way to attack raw tissue
It’s the only way to live.
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A new creative space for me. Will contain dark aspects, "triggering" material, as well as artful nudity.
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- Tonight I am sad
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- 5 inch Hall
- Sword
- Raw
- shoulders
- Cracked skin
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- melted sand
- capture
- killed myself today
- to go with the bleach
- life?
- Reflection
- Drips from the lips
- Writen back when I was pregnant
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- Mute etchings
- Tear down
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1 comment:
Epic upload. Enjoyed the photos very much, and the poetry as well. The desolate and overgrown wasteland world you know of, whose stars alone are left undisturbed, is a place that haunts my dreams as well.
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