Thursday, July 11, 2013

We tell our lies through pictures, our uncertainties the truth, beneath lies all fiction, yet I am unable to stop the soot……you grieve so unconditionally, i cry as if on remote, you twist the nail slowly deeper, i beg for more to hurt. You say I love you dearly, as you stick it in my skin, digging for convenience, the final frame flashes “fin". Text & photographs by Walt Cessna FL 13

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