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she kills pretty things
she kills pretty
things...
the birth of breath
in the flowers of
the morning
the Vivaldi of birds
singing from the
tree
the sun shining
down on a glittering
field of broken
glass
she kills pretty
things
like pulling the wings
off of moths in the
bedroom at midnight
by candle light
roses shiver in
terror
cats become
liquid and pour
into tiny spaces
to hide
love escapes out
the backdoor
but there is no
safety to be had
she kills pretty
things
it is all she
knows
Published 23rd Mar 2023
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23rd Mar 2023 2:09am
‘the Vivaldi of birds’ is absolutely glorious. Vivaldi is haunting, at times, and the use of that particular composer in that way is fucking amazing. It sets the tone, and all is not as it should be, that perhaps raptors also hatch in spring.
And this?
“the sun shining
down on a glittering
field of broken
glass “
That is a holy-shit amazing visual. It’s painful and beautiful at the same time.
The continued replay of torture and death of beautiful things was fantastic. This was gutting, and lovely.
23rd Mar 2023 2:44am
29th Mar 2023 8:12pm
There’s an innocence about this and yet feels dark, drawn to kill things by instinct and nothing else.
Wonderful work
Wonderful work
30th Mar 2023 3:07am
