- Vol. 05
- Chapter 02
A nameless flower, born in the thistle of cacophony. My white thighs wrapped in the cellophane of expectations, suffocating and palpitating. I marked my mother with scars, when I was born, she survived and cursed. I am a girl, a white penumbra of the dark moon. Chopping and twirling exists right in my aching stomach my pale blue eyes, devouring the truth, sustaining the myth. I am a ball of false mushy hopes. I evolved each time eating the paw of time the perforated sky, the unborn lilies of the fields. The humanity eats my loops of scratched skin, like the fights of animal, I am lost, swelled up in my dirt The haywire of unseen puddle of disgust puts my jittering teeth in total eclipse, a black afternoon of dying autumn. Here, my fingers poke my sustenance churning the evolution of my vapid firm breasts, for it is still evolving For the mixture of raisins and cactus still, thump my vagina. I wake up each morning eating your unhuman thoughts in my breakfast, I see you smiling under the black sheets And I know, I am a bedazzled drop of that liquid ice Still hunting, still fighting until I am a beautiful form of solid atmospheric lush.