Lamella

A girl slides bling bling across barren plot. Hides from time in will have been dawn. Bronze sky. Mouth wide open, air vent down through anus, strung to the real, a squirming bead on floss of air. The air on her tongue metallic like a Valium. Abandoned bus a bar at night, bronze now like the sculptures scattered across the land. Sculptures, unrecognized signs of dystopic landscape. Softest noise drone from farthest out and closer too than a girl’s organs, vibrating her organs. A noise, the silent damaged footage of an atomic explosion. No void only void. Is she suffering? A girl makes love to God fucks God. A bling bling girl feels star light definite thump light. Dust swirls silver dust blankets objects. City fox passes a girl, as if on snow. A group, remainder of the night sits pale like drugs, gesturing and silent like the noise in the will have been dawn.

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N.b. ‘hides from time’ and ‘…makes love to God fucks God’ taken from Queen Adreena songs ‘Hide from time’ and ‘Heavenly surrender’