You were ample in December,
I adored you in the dark but in the morning we'd forget that we had arrows in our hearts.
In the summer I was solemn,
I remember in my dreams I picked myself in two 'till mid to late September at the seams.
You were stunning in October,
I just sat there in your car, you had a glare born of rebel diamonds cut out of the stars.
You've a field that ruptures insides, but never leaves a scar,
and a gravity that rivals Jupiter.
Puddles on the ground lie still in the absence of echoes and as high beams pierce the mist and constrict the iris; nails burst the skin of scorning fists. Bones contort as folding steel and thoughts of evanescence rupture from tooth canals in the wake of ailing dawns.
A head smothered in chafed hands resists all trains of thought. That is the thing about trains, one never really takes note of them unless one is a nuisance who rattles the bedroom windows and wakes the children at 3am on a Tuesday. Unless something is wrong, unless one means to use them. Unless one means to meet another; a lover, a deadline. An end.
The world is an empty
Hello you beautiful creature! This work you've done is... I'm speechless! Your self portraits are amazing, so emotional and expressive! I make photos like that often but I never had guts to post them because i am so insecure and now i see... Sorry if I sound creepy. I didn't mean to Anyway, thank you for your art