This thick, salty air adheres to the inside of my nose with hints of sticky seaweed; it welcomes me among brethren of starlit silhouettes hunched in heavy sweatshirts. I'll walk; admire the suspended ocean mist as it lingers, dousing tall street lamps radiating soggy weak light...
The both of us.
Glowing from the embers of leftover fire, my bones have become brittle kindling; burning quickly, dying slowly. Cozily bundled in blankets of ash, lay here in futile resistance. The coals of my heart refuse to concede. The only means to extinguish me is to be swallowed by the hunger of another lively flame.
Let us dance wildly, high above our pit of smolders. Let us lick this defiant chill away with an unruly arson. Let us hold each other passionately, for our bodies are combustible. Let us provoke diamonds from our coals.
Press against me; let us burn like napalm.
c.marie
About Me
- C. Marie
- "Part of Art's life (beyond its creation) is to be consumed, interpreted, digested, misinterpreted, vomited up, perceived, then reinterpreted... And even then it's difficult to know for sure." - Brandon Boyd. I believe this wholeheartedly & without a second thought. I've never been the most comprehensive person in verbal conversation; the medium of communication I was always most fluent in required paper, ink, paint, & charcoal smudging. That's not to say I'm any more articulate through my creations, just that it's always been the means by which I'm able to convey my thoughts or feelings without stuttering... but even then, each smudge on my paper is where my hand stuttered in transcendence. I welcome translation or interpretations from any of whom care to look closer &/or question. Live passionately, love honestly, & appreciate everything; for we can learn from anything.
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