Wednesday, April 20, 2011

in a bunker underground.

laying in a pool of clean wishes, fragrances dangle in my air.

cool air wades through such thick atmospheres. though, dancing above the water... it has my pale skin spoiled in it's liquid chambers, entwined with colours of barely-there pinks. transparent water, transparent affliction.

my arm leans over one side of my chamber. my fingertips almost hitting the floor.

1 comment:

  1. i have only just noticed that you live in ireland! i have never come across anyone else on blogger from ireland!