In dark spirals, my ambition plummets through the pastel of dawn. Her lush and leafy wings flutter in a maelstrom of wind, casting shreds skyward as breadcrumbs to abyss, scraps to the void. She twists like a salted lamprey on land, like a cat electricuted in slow motion, like a deformed newborn fawn on ice. Beautiful and terrifying, her eyes are dully and waxen, fixed on her breath, fixed on memory, fixed on walking by the elderly, drunk and insane.
She hears footsteps in the curtains of the thunder and wonders at the state of their toes. Are they gnarled and ingrown? Are they black with the work of walking? Are they pampered, plump and raw, massaged by tiny Polypanisian hands? What makes their timber so sorryful and loathesome? Dangerous as chocolate cake.
Haiku of the Day:
Faintly buzzing heart
Turns pink in a well of blood
That clots at the edge
Today's Drawing (inspired by the word "Whimsy" from the soft felt of a crab hat.)
Today's "365" Project (Do something with mirrors.)
"The Cloudy Dimensions"
"The Cloudy Dimensions"
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