angel gore recycling system; ash-grey feathers
/not a girl/
https://wingeater.itch.io/
art by vich
rubber sheath,
(inevitably,
it calls out,)
white
mucus/milk/maggot/
maw-dripping light
and you anticipate,
burning
on tongue-tip
the specter
of lime-blue walls
and the
micro-thin foil, infusing
אור השמיים
enchanted moth dares closer,
until - only light
gold-filled ash as wings alight
dissolving in flame
micro-thin foil, infusing
אור השמיים
enchanted moth dares closer,
until - only light
gold-filled ash as wings alight
dissolving in flame
led ashen moth to ruin,
heart broken; wings torn
enchanted moth dares closer,
until - only light
mute; in voicemoulting
wingdust mote
of immured sea, enribbed
with coppercoils and blue salt—
you, old voice, slitlighting
carve out
from iridian sinews,
shardfeathered
shivercalm, open-eyed,
you trace—
oil-bright lashes,
across
mute; in voicemoulting
wingdust mote
of immured sea, enribbed
with coppercoils and blue salt—
you, old voice, slitlighting
carve out
from iridian sinews,
shardfeathered
shivercalm, open-eyed,
you trace—
oil-bright lashes,
across
la tadri b'ayi yad tlamis l'azraq
la tadri b'ayi yad tlamis l'azraq
”A revolution must be started by yourself. An egg, opened from the outside, is food; opened from the inside, it is a new life.“
Ovum exteriore apertum cibus, interiore vita nova.
Revolutio exteriore est incursio.
yawning streaks ,
scab-crescent, tucked
into curving pale—
glimmering green
ripples featherlight
in,
(swallowing handfuls of sand)
grisaille-on-reflection,
yawing threads
slick white
where she cuts lines,
dusted grey,
yawning streaks ,
scab-crescent, tucked
into curving pale—
glimmering green
ripples featherlight
in,
(swallowing handfuls of sand)
grisaille-on-reflection,
yawing threads
slick white
where she cuts lines,
dusted grey,
patiently blue, terrible
scraping black unease,
strews ashen auguries on
oxide-red sandstone
on carefully fitted stone
like gulls in iron skies
patiently blue, terrible
scraping black unease,
I will tarnish your skin
with my embrace,
I will tarnish your skin
with my embrace,
ash softly gleaming
with the electrum spill
of golden wounds—
sword-tongued
beneath white infection,
the blossom
of subtler worships,
refracted bloodsplay,
opening, and opening,
and-you-shall/with all—
arcing, soft,
ash softly gleaming
with the electrum spill
of golden wounds—
sword-tongued
beneath white infection,
the blossom
of subtler worships,
refracted bloodsplay,
opening, and opening,
and-you-shall/with all—
arcing, soft,
delicate curves, and graceful,
star-crossed horizon,
delicate curves, and graceful,
star-crossed horizon,
crazy to still be working in the family trade when the family trade is "being openly funded by foreign fascists to try to destroy your home country"
We're way beyond the populist hype at this point. Fascism is quickly being normalised in mainstream UK publications. Tatler is a staple of British 'high society.'
crazy to still be working in the family trade when the family trade is "being openly funded by foreign fascists to try to destroy your home country"