kyzya-tyan

A distant visage of a future long past.

So ur lost and yur looking for ur children wen the phone rigns.

U anser it and the vioce is “wut are you doing; yur children are traped. Come get thum.” U look around in the dark n say “but i thought I was jus following them a minute ago”?

There is a spoon of medicine, I says, and it’s a silver spoon what you did get born holding, ever so painful for mummy dear but grasped so hard it was in a little screaming red fist. Later you used your spoon to dig a hole in the garden to get all the way to Mexico, and then you did eat worms with your spoon on the way to stay fat. This spoon was the same you gave your twins, then you used it to dig a hole to their clockwork souls and you ate up their hearts like soup on the way to keep you fat. Fat little mole, where will you dig next, I asks, you and your little silver spoon made from the silver spine of your children, and wrapped in the hair of your dearly departed?

Artist: 八和