- Vol. 01
- Chapter 04
Sensory Deprivation – or something like it
Lines run in fizzy reels
Detachment struggling with gravity
As she lies within that fossilised egg
Marble walls hold her captive.
Why must everything be so transparent?
She frustrates herself. Toes mingle with the hungry laps of water as she steadies herself against the tide.
Every synapse, ligament, bone, artery, vein; ivy climbing walls.
She becomes aware of her heart flapping.
All I want is something intangible, something
Could you ever imagine something outside of it all?
For the ravenous child mind to break free
From what sustains it, nurtures it?
It’s not biting the hand that feeds
It’s waving the hand goodbye