- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
Interior with bleached coral
Cross-section of an ornate doll’s house inside a human heart.
For all the delirium on the wall this is the brightest I’ve seen her. She might remonstrate and shake her head shrinking behind the throne but I see her painted toenails and I know her inside-out.
Slim focused lens upon an angst-gilded chair, strafed with candy shop paint.
She wouldn’t sit (too restless) prefers to stand in the hope that she might be carried away out of the doll’s house out of the heart she’s ready to leave behind the colours of bleached coral, the sickly-sweet colours. Her toenails are painted and she’s ready.