a haloed body through frosted glass.

like a painting,

far away

through boiled cabbage leaves.

tape-bound bodies

haloed in sugar-sweet windows.

brokenness bound



the seams of our souls

in technicolour, through yellowing film

like teeth.

like piss.

hidden clocks.



as gold-tipped tassels fight

the tick tocking time

with raindrop love.

ribbons, ribbons, ribbons.

a cabbaged halo.

a frosted body.

a piss-toothed soul.


in ribbons, ribbons, ribbons.

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