"We are sister spirits in this storage unit world - standing shoulder to shoulder - You are one of them, the curious lookers, waiting for what was promised you - a woman carrying the liquid weight of a scaled monster - They say we go mad because of our menstrual cycles - our spines spiraling screws that tighten - the application of torch to sugar to create the perfect crème brûlée crust - The charmer emerges in green spangled silk, a dancer tracing the invisible line from behind the curtain to our wide-open eyes - Our wrists are bats trained in echolocation, directionality in a slap or scalpel slicing - too much blood or not enough - lock the doors, electrify the snakes, drill electrodes into our brains - now I can get away with smoking - As the limo purrs past, I wave and scream - a bunch of little bits or one big piece, a torso, perhaps, a well-cushioned head - I wake to the choking sound of electric chainsaws - Suddenly, I know what is in the package - modernist red paint splashes - coagulate within my throat - the aisles and bins of this fruit stand full of unsterilized honey from unsterilized bees, monster sweet potatoes, and toxic strawberries - Natural selection is a process, and I am predator..."
Dive in to the bloody fruit and bats HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/
This art piece is "Enchanted Forest" by MISH.

