Dec
18
Creativity, then, the loose wire running through me; alive, and spattering potential annihilation - sizzled sparks in the accidental connection - drowsed personhood and the dancing wire: live, jumping in erratic awkwardness, hissing in white fire, then perfected in electric consummation…
Leaving identity electrocuted along the roadside to gather up later, skin still faintly scented of burning flesh.
