

DementiaDementiaDementia
Drawing down my door, Life's eclipse has come calling me, calling me immediate.
Death slacks not. My many years seem few, my many years with you.
Turning to dirt. Violent violets
spawning from my rot.
How quaint to see my countenance
in each blossom.
Or my ears for petals. They'll bloom from my stem-like fingers, furred by my hair.
Limbs as leaves,
I'll beckon you with each breath of wind.
Would you pick such a grotesque amalgamation of flesh and flora?


PerfectionPerfectionPerfection
The men grind her into paper doll ashes once form, once feature now she's neither.
They work on her, beveling grainy skin holding her feet so she can't stand.
They want to whittle
her curves, render her concave cut off all her bad parts.
They fixate on a bone- thin model of woman silently propped against all four walls.


Sea-Foam EthosSea-Foam EthosSea-Foam Ethos
It's walking on the brittle fish skeleton, when the pieces of life split and empty themselves one against one all over again.
Those dirty mermaids calling, collecting the pieces in hollow, resonant shells, sinewy five- armed stars grotesquely reaching not to help
but to pull elements apart, to mix them with the clutching
web of purple and green sea cabbage.
Quick, sand filtering from beneath, collecting them back
in a plastic pail
like scuttling crabs.
random new friend
wazzuupp
new to DA??
nice gallery
thassit really - kind of a random deviant stop but a bit longer... gon' check out ur work now...
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look foward to more.
& thanx for the comment.
check ya later.
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agoni alias mercyful [link]
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Truely Outrageous
I really dig your Betty Page icon and welcome to devart!
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