The Cloud Upon Her Brow
Upon a chair of solemn wood, She sat - as only madness could - In garments torn by Time’s decree, Betwixt the womb and mockery.
Surreal
Shipping Condition
Received at midnight. The package stood at my door. No sender. No sound when it was placed. Only a silent pressure at the nape of my neck...
The Fairytale of Shining Lies
Meet Ken and Barbie. They’re totally trendy, ultra aesthetic, the perfect couple in every feed. She wears Prada, he drives a Maserati. Th...
Loss of Self - white noise
I am no longer. Just a static shell, a trace of a human.
Loss of Self - the shape dissolves
I am only shadow now, bent to the power that feeds me.
Loss of Self - the body flickers
I've grown small, cowering beneath the current. Like a child before a god.
Loss of Self - exhaustion in color
My breath is no longer mine. It follows the rhythm of waves that drown me.
Loss of Meaning – looking into the eyes
I tune myself in, to the chaos, to the frequency of numbness.
Loss of Meaning - the inside becomes infected
I become part of the device, no longer a sender, only reception.
Loss of Meaning - the eyes changed
I merge with the noise, my gaze becomes a mirror, my skin just a filter.
