

FearI didn't think I was going to like this, or whatever. Your photographs. they would speak in silence, so I brought earplugs. they spoke anyways, with black eyes and dirt beneath their fingernails. I find it's so sad the way they watch me. how old are they anyway? how can they read just two chords? All I can play All I can sing C and E and feathered feathers flush. goodbye fate goodbye fear.Fear


forgetIt's lost gray morning faceless expressionless she just sits there staring at me in expectation but I am a blank a blurforget
on the countertop shades of green of fierce protection but I have failed I would not write it out I would not chronicle the hideousness of a serpent in the
shade so forget and forgotten
I let this lie right where it chooses to fall.


motherA scream she woke up in the night no more, she was going away and violation too bright a pillow left behind in the dot whole existence of home and growing up now busily pressing the keys as the rain falls on a thursday, and the pedal, that too. not speaking anymore not a sound to you, the knife not a way to chase you out of my life and here with a wish for retribution--mother


handfulsI love a red lip ten days away and my brain is littered with your advertisement clips this month comes only once a year and this tendancy escapes me a scrap of your favorite threads this picture, the single proof of affection a longing best left forgotten or at least unseen I make myself a fright so children must scream when they see me barechested, as I grab handfuls of your pages. How little noise can one woman make? I try and I try just to creep through these abandoned rooms. for such a long time now a patriarchy, a man called daddy, tried to leave them shuhandfuls
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Have a Look
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"Every profound spirit needs a mask"
.:.
Nietzsche
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Thank you for the
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Live Love Laugh
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Ihr lacht über mich weil ich anders bin
Ich lache über euch, weil ihr seit wie alle anderen
DAGallery * Kiara Black Photography
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