Black (W)hole Print
Metallic Glossed Print Before the Light
There was stone breaking off into beaded glass. There was a line between you and me. Sometimes it shifted into clouds. Other times it streaked open into a mountain of stars. You try to fill up
the empty, fling hot ember into sky. You ask me if I’m happy. I kiss your shoulders, expect wings to burst out. I want to drag down moons with blistering hands.
At all times, we are not breathing but I am flailing as if to swim, you are flailing as if to save me. This is what begging feels like.
Metallic Glossed Print Before the Light
There was stone breaking off into beaded glass. There was a line between you and me. Sometimes it shifted into clouds. Other times it streaked open into a mountain of stars. You try to fill up
the empty, fling hot ember into sky. You ask me if I’m happy. I kiss your shoulders, expect wings to burst out. I want to drag down moons with blistering hands.
At all times, we are not breathing but I am flailing as if to swim, you are flailing as if to save me. This is what begging feels like.
Metallic Glossed Print Before the Light
There was stone breaking off into beaded glass. There was a line between you and me. Sometimes it shifted into clouds. Other times it streaked open into a mountain of stars. You try to fill up
the empty, fling hot ember into sky. You ask me if I’m happy. I kiss your shoulders, expect wings to burst out. I want to drag down moons with blistering hands.
At all times, we are not breathing but I am flailing as if to swim, you are flailing as if to save me. This is what begging feels like.