 |
| The Fairy Spirit of the Amaryllis by MISH |
"during this time of pandemic - Sky is cloudless; birds don't sing - and the days Are quiet as death - gargling instead of brushing teeth - I’m transcribing documents that were written by ghosts with feathers and dust - Shift managers and supervisors demand and take - take these new pills and calm down - the control module has been jammed by fragments - a doll falling out of a tree - faster than cancer - we were wearing the dress of altered states - I was rolling around in some flowers with vomit in my hair - the shape of spilled fluid - enter the final labyrinth - every sky ends with nameless colors - flowers carry sickness here - I speak the language of darkness - we carry the burdens of ourselves and our sisters - I had on the face of an animal over the mask of a girl"
Take a flight with the flock, HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment