Writing (1)
in this world I am a body and an other that is intertwined, tangled, spread apart and sliced into parts. The black you put on your eyes and it trickles down your face by twilight. The sickly. Shine of metal on your dashboard. Prey to my groundless ascension bigger mammoth mountains tiny obsolete mouse holes under the rickety floor boards. When I breath it is electric and coarse and gets caught in the chest and throat when you try to speak and get away from me. My spine is snake leather. My legs are dust spitting and leaves black chalk marks where i left them.
Kimberley
Meteor-i-bite
Kimberley Parkin
Jul 17, 2024