Adumbrate i.Adumbrate by ozzla
Smudging lead flakes, pressed into the paper pulp; given new life, new breath. The page
heaves, its edges crinkling beneath my hand. It exhales, and I can see the spark in the
eyes of the portrait.
Skin, only skin deep; the scales slicked with sweat, the sun browned at midday, and the
people sweltering below: they wait for the wings to melt, collapsing into trash.
Until he scratched his nose it was dust. I'd expected that when he'd shake his head and
blink they'd fly, but freckles they were. Stained with the cracks and fractures sustained
from being too pale for the sun.
Beneath the paper are the purple roots of chrysanthemums. Press too hard, and a sticky
ichor drips from the edges, collecting in the hollow of the collarbone.
The scent drew them. Hungry eyes and hearts, the blood on their hands barely dried.
If only a
My Grown Up Christmas ListDust motes sparkle through the sunlight. Rather than colliding, they pair up and waltz until they settle. I can imagine them giggling, sipping champagne while they rest.My Grown Up Christmas List by ozzla
Sometimes the state of my sugar levels worries me.
From downstairs comes the snap of masking tape and the crackling of cardboard boxes. I should be contributing my muscle to the “bona fide” war effort. It is an odd choice of words, but my parents are well-meaning in their attempts to educate the general populace. Yet, we are always defeated.
There is warmth at my legs and a purr. I smile and drop my hand for her to muzzle. As always, teeth and gum scrape across my knuckles whenever she is vehement for my attention. She has been safe all these years; the small are always overlooked. My parents are giants: tall and opinionated. They wear their manifesto on their sleeves, and frequently passer-bys cringe, shrinking away.
“That's who they are... it's simply not right.”
I always he
Whiteness, I rememberTwirling, you remind me of a jewellery box ballerina: elegant and poised. You are so steady, holding your position with precision. Even when flicked by the precarious fingers of children you always return to your position. Only statues could best such dedication.Whiteness, I remember by ozzla
Such beauty did not prepare me for its rumbling. The mountains shook like the bowels of a monster, and thoughts of ballerinas were replaced by bomber planes. I squinted for the tell-tale wings and listened for the whirling motor.
That time it was actually a natural disaster.
A torrent of snow, iced teeth and titanium claws shred trees. The bystanders are consumed while they looked at you, raising their ski masks in disbelief. No frightening colours tarnished such a homogeneous white, giving the false appearance of calm.
If I were more optimistic, or perhaps more poetic, it appeared as if you had warmly enveloped them in a white blanket.
My surroundings explode into chaos, arms and legs searching for loved ones. Here, further a
the hanging of an absurdistalas poor roachesthe hanging of an absurdist by ghostinafog
of the tongue-splitting brigade
to the scene of flames
dry humping the body to death
not only untouchable now
unafraid of the occasional laceration
maybe the lifelong reek of oppression
in the vicinity of cellars &
maybe the maggot-like sweat beads
as the drain pipe flange digs into the forehead
and wrist cuffs are about to explode./an att
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Find a place or situation that inspires you:
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Pull up old ideas:
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