I'm trapped inside a flower's memory. Or a sky's prayer. A silken chapel of turquoise swells, luring me into the gnarled rubble of reality. I feel it- cold, sticky benthos squish between my toes, gravelly bones of salt encrust my burnt veins, tears sting my eyes.
Trapped
I'm trapped inside a flower's memory. Or a sky's prayer. A silken chapel of turquoise swells, luring me into the gnarled rubble of reality. I feel it- cold, sticky benthos squish between my toes, gravelly bones of salt encrust my burnt veins, tears sting my eyes.