Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Mourning is in the belly and weighs down the mind comes from deeper in my human form than I have yet known - a black cocoon which is consuming and consumed from it's core slowly unravelled peeling dark layer from dark layer little sparks of light penetrate bright then return to inner sanction of darkness of human larvae wriggling to be again full complete yet clinging to the sanctuary of memory as all that is real..........

it's a thick larva, tearing away the smooth, leaving the raw, trailing in veins and avenues known only when mourning is cloning.

It was interesting. I wish there was more of it.

--k