Weak static creates an uncomfortable tautness in the air. A sound emitted from the screen is heavy, weighing. Muted light grips to ions which imperceptibly moss over the dusty glass monitor. A world within a dish. Slapdash pixilation. Fragments—just fractions, part in snaps. No image takes form in the storm of digitalized points, indistinctive refrain is absently composed. The apartment, thick with a cloudy green hue. Stripped, pink shoulders, a flush which spreads in a subtle frenzy— Bleeds across an exposed chest. Vulnerable core. Noticeably contracting, beating the high concentration of life from one source Into branched capillaries. Into plush, coy lips— Hush. Sinews tear, a dark liquid pools, liberated from perforations. Flowing from the source and staining porcelain teeth. Indulgence. The innate capability to devour proves true outside feasting. Femininity of unbridled ******* and echoing amusement, Eternalized. Cataplexies pressed and dried upon blank, white pages which prove difficult to turn— only facilitated by the hand of time. A vast expanse of briny depths outstretches further than what’s perceivable. Waves rock a feeble coo which escapes from child’s lips at the spectacle of a mother. *Cri de Coeur