Fabricated Flowers (1)

“It felt like a nothing disguising a something in hiding. My instinct was telling me there was something, or someone, watching me. It was right there in this wall. I did not know what it was. All I knew was what I could feel, and I was rarely wrong when my senses came to play.” Advertisements

Circus

  Around me I see shapes I am surrounded Disorientated There are too many forms   I can’t escape I am a prisoner of this world Of fakes and breaks, And tears/i:/ and tears/e/ They come and grab me, Try to catch a glimpse, Cling to a piece of me.

Eyesight Readjustment

Sometimes, when all hope seems lost, and you are left there Staring at this man-made, senseless, chaotic mess. All you need to do is shift focus, walk further,

Pace

I’m giving you space, But you are taking so much, It feels like escape.

Motion Still

Bodies asking and answering each other’s moves. Heat rising, skins gently brushing, pressing. Weightless figure floating, adjusting.

Zillij*

He was working the clay, soaking it in water, making it soft. Preparing the base he would filter by hand. He knew his project would take months, but he had to do it. Surprise her. Win her father over.

Nhà điêu khắc*

He had turned his father’s labor into art. The beauty of his carvings gathered fame. People travelled from all over the country to see him at work. There was grace and beauty in all his gestures. His moves were so soft and swift, it looked as if he were dancing.

Abstraction

Keys turned in the lock. He walked in, and shed his coat and jacket in the lobby. Then he eyed his flat. Soulless, nude space, open lines, cold, empty walls, uplifted only by the view, and the grey light filtering through the high windows.

Masked

Trapped, hands tied, mouth taped, Slowly I grasp consciousness I open my eyes, Discover a den – Earthen ground, soiled sheets undone On a dirty bed.

A Winter’s Night

Winter cold biting At my lips – prickling skin sends Shivers down my spine On and on I walk Numbed – I let frozen air in Filling up my lungs

Talaria*

That was the second time, Timothy walked in this place. It was a case of love at first sight between the man and this hotel. He had not needed many visits to sign the deeds. Just one look and he was all in.