This Killing Mood~

It collects in a globule at the corner of a scrape

a red cape

through space takes on motion between the quirky smile

and the dangerous tapping of a shoe on polished wood

soot on leather

gently toe the line

the white palm open for the drop of blood

caught

the paint turns burgundy with intent

splash of emotions

the work of art captures the three dimensional canvas

the condition of being alive

in an arena

where the walls scream

and the forest outside whispers with sharp teeth

the light bulb flickers with shadows

ghosts slip their veils

and everything from birth to this moment

collects its trails in the silver veins

of a knife;

tip and tap goes the shoe

tap and tip goes the buttered mood

tipped from a cutting board

into a hollow sternum

the fresh croissants spin through a dynamic air

peppered with spatial aortal blood

in midflight

 

 

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Reviews

[OT]

hmm we can melt into your words ha - descriptions that coat the eyes in colour - "the light bulb flickers with shadows
ghosts slip their veils
and everything from birth to this moment
collects its trails in the silver veins
of a knife;" - Very jealous of the amount of gems you're knocking out!!!!!! brilliantly untuned, detuned and retuned as always!!!

[Robin]

Lil' Red meets Kill Bill ~ you fill this scene from underland with silky movement , splashed with bold color and that sound , the teetering between tips and taps drive your surreal evocatism into the mindscape ~

[Ed Hart]

little red, in the hood...clash, lash, splash, slash...oh, did you think me rash...mr you, out with the trash

[LilyT]

Well my dear Selene, I knew from the moment I immersed myself in your first Unfairy Tale , The Soft Beast, that you were destined to disassemble every single fairy tale and fable and reconstruct them through your own personal myth. Again, you take the cloak off another would be damsel in distress and hand her a knife as only you know how, inside of a story where killing equals grace. That quote from Dune, you're so fond of, "There is no justice here, we make our own justice, live or die." You're the definition of that quote. Through your writing the immediate world is redeemed while we're swimming in your words.



where the walls scream

and the forest outside whispers with sharp teeth

the light bulb flickers with shadows

ghosts slip their veils

and everything from birth to this moment

collects its trails in the silver veins

of a knife;



You do know how to strike.

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Very vivid, powerful with a great build-up to that final slash. Seems oddly fitting given my current circumstance.