by atma anna christ
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The needles on her body talking her solitude
Tattoos around the arms of the priest
Room full of demons demanding for blood
Crying
Laughing
Belching
Human condition?
Demonic formation?
Angelic cloud?
On the side street so much lavender cut
from a garden thrown away
Trains buses subways as the dance goes on
As maps of consciousness are drawn on computer screens
As lovers disappear in parallel universes…
