#mutilate

Mutilate

Liliana developed a fondness for the moment when roaring becomes squealing.

Mutilate

"You mortals turn to dust in the blink of an eye. I only expedite your fate."

Yellow: No, I love him but absolutely not. He’d either forget abt it or someone would come up to him and say “yk it’d be really cool if you put some of my cool stuff in that drink” or smth else sketchy and he’d just agree without question.

Red: Maybe?? Perhaps??? I don’t think he’d really understand why I gave him it (memory loss and all) but but he’d hold onto it anyways.

Night of footsteps; image of a metronome: You have played dead and thrown the earth in our mouths to keep us from speaking. My shadow walking away from your house toward the cemetery looks older. The snowbirds spread their crystallized wings in the reflection of the broken nine mirrors in the well the glaciers molded.

Life will be simpler when Dionysian wings stop beating centrifugally. It will be more tranquil to trace peripheral designs, cut Off a continent. Here, the coward’s story will be denied. Better the cold silence of clouds. And if I go hurtling suddenly onto Ireland, will I find you clarified?

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Mutilated Fire

Daisy Aldan  1923-2001

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