Thaw
My first piece on RB… an extract inspired by DarkHotel2’s amazing, fearless artwork.
The ice crystals are tiny. They gather on waxen skin, on closed eyelids and brittle mouth. They glitter within the shadowed nostril cavity, on fibrous hairs like miniscule stalactites. No eyelashes, though, no eyebrows or pubic hair. Shaved and plucked.
Whore.
There is no electricity here, no hiss and clunk of pipes. It’s quiet, sterile, neglected enough to invite rebirth. The ice makes freckled flesh and broken capillaries shimmer like sea froth. Like plankton and sexed-up tetras. Strange they should grow only now, those crystals, when the body is defrosting.
Paul Vanzella
Amazing piece – love the intricate word play and style of this piece… and of course where your head space is at! Love it!
Jessica Tremp
incredible description, wonderful
Carmelh
So well written….creates an image in the mind….
aglaia b
oooh, my mind is tantalised, those crystals are playing with it!
lovely ;-)
PJ Ryan
A little dark, twisted, enticing and sensual .. it’s fabulous.