- Vol. 05
- Chapter 03
I rub & I rub until – I’m embalmed. In an oxygen cloud. With bright blue dust eating into my lungs. Like a hot kiss. A head rush, a release. The B O O M of the subconscious.
The theatre of form is w a n d e r i n g. A lost goddess on the pavement. Flattening leaves under dusty heels. We only combust if we’re lucky.
& I’m lucky.
Desire can break you.