Thursday, July 2, 2009
Seeds #2
~By Somebody
Silence. Spice and bitterscents. Setting sun is setting flame toward the sloping thatch, sidling sprawling branches are hairline fractures in the sky. Scattering birds. Hissing and monstrous amplifiers, a cocoon of heat amongst the scattered faces: their features unfocused: rain falls in sudden flickers until skin melts and sockets hollow. Brickwork melts and windows hollow. Roof implodes.
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