dark liquid
crouching on the wall
arms wrapped
around
—shaking
enduring interferences
inside her head
—increase
a constant humming
stabbing
on the edge
of consciousness
—subliminal drift
she goes down
—slowly
drowning
in the midst
of bleak damp
—mesmerizing
dark eyes
watching (her)
staring
out of the fracture
devoid blankness
—leaking
absorbing her
decompose
the dense
pressure
—tightness intensifies
black treacle
in her lungs
—scaling down
the viscid matter
in her throat
—disperses
she can’t
dilute
the viscosity
bursting inwards
—she disintegrates
pain stings
as she
smashes
the surface
moving
through
shattered
fragments
of herself
ambiguous spectres egress out of vague dullness —become (too) distinct narrowing suffocating glistening, shrill flashbacks crackle on her crack her —again the fissures fill up with dark liquid as she crosses the portal
i woud love to see an exhibition of your works
they touch me so deeply and make me dream away and wait for autumn
i remember something but i don't have words for it when i look at these trees and the darkness and the fog
As always, I am delighted to get the chance to see more of your photographs.