A fire has settled on my belly. A constellation of rubies; scarlet stars on a sky of skin. Rash thoughts have become gut feelings: nettle kisses, whip-scorn wishes.
Some wear their hearts on their sleeve. I keep mine close to my chest, play the game with a poker face and the steady hand of a butcher cutting the pack.
But the heart rules the blood along with the feelings. Thoughts silenced, thoughts reversed, thoughts stifled at birth will find other, more fluid outlets.
Time’s corroding agents burn where they can, turning sweat to rust. The pinprick gunfire of an open wound leaks the inevitable truth: shot by shot, drop by drop.
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Reeeaallly beautiful ! I can feel it just as you wrote it… I think ! You’re a true artist. Very powerful. Bravo !
Thanks, glad you like it.
No more posts?
Nice layout.
Thanks for the comment, May. Yes, it’s been a bit slow around here recently, but Hydragenic has frequently been a “fits and starts” blog. If you wait long enough there’ll always be a new rash of posts… eventually.
I’m glad you like the layout. I’m getting a bit bored with it, to be honest. Not enough to do a complete re-design, but there are certainly things I’d like to tweak. A different background image and new logo, maybe.
I get bored with my layout, too, from time to time and then look for a new one, although I have been sticking to a red one for a while, actually – bright red, like blood.
You have designed it yourself?
Yes, all my own work apart from the skull and crossbones (which was taken from some “free tattoo templates” website, so I thought that was fair enough).