Blue liquid seeps out of the room, corroding walls and floors, the sound of upper and lower teeth grinding. The room melts into the fluid, completing the totem that will not die.
Barefoot, motionless, skin cracked and peeling, blue plasma seeping through, mingling with newborn totems and silent incantations, boiling— high-pressure steam, like souls, bursts from the body, filling the room, whispering into every corner.
Canvas leopard pants— blue ribbons flicker between the spots, twisting like small snakes. Ink drips down, etching totems into the wood, spreading fast across the room, even the spiderwebs turn blood-blue.
Bright yellow silicone shoes— slowly eroded, blue devouring yellow,
Occupation. Through a hairline crack, a red string of letters pushes through, immersed in saltwater— rests crystallized, thrown into the air. Keys, banana leaves whip up a hurricane, endless, the pounding, the roaring, waves shatter the sea apart.
Keys— droplets jump across the lake, a stone leaps, frozen before it hits— blinding flare. A mirror—seamless, unbroken, unbreathing. Invasion. Metal screams, hung on the body of a giant.
