Damp Atmosphere - (2019)
ceiling
Damp atmosphere pressed into the and the , seeking a familiar space to inhabit, searching for a nameless space to briefly rest.
ground
Emerald coloured tiles lined the walls, allowing no escape except for when they exhaled releasing beads of syrupy sweat, which pooled and sunk deep into the ground.
Its moist impermeable gaze slowly rested against my unbound soil as it shifted with ease, comfortable, folding in on itself, becoming dense and thick pressing into my blurred fleshy terrain.
Corrosion. Dismantled.
Language encroached onto my limited space, sinking into my porous mass.
It desired to softly expulse what was never there.