this moment
a dainty sting
constantly piercing
vital flesh
reminds me
of the thick void
—haunting me
the static threat
—hiding
inside vibrancyfaceless clawing at my guts concave eyes ceaselessly —staring looking for what’s gone —faded dead sand running through my shaking —hands trying to hold the vanishing
—futile, absurd I refuse to let go impermanent snapshots strung on a bloody chain deeply braided with my streaks —bleed out flickering moments frail stitches —of lingering
the bittersweet pain
of decaying
beauty
soaks me in
I suffocate
—as I
spiral
downwards
in dissolving—I remember
the bracing warmth
of sunlight
on my skin
the exhilarating
sound of birds
singing
—I remember
myself
as I surrender
to the breathless sweetness
the irreversible transience
of this momentIt‘s been a hard time lately. Caught up in doubting and judging myself, I was barely able to create something worth sharing in my eyes. This one’s been difficult to write, it hits the core a bit too much.








Everything you’ve created has always been worth sharing in our eyes…this, “though close to the core “ is no exception Mia it’s brave, honest, vulnerable even, which is why we love you and your work 💛🖤😘
Beautiful verses. The pics also contribute to the evocative immersion.