Get that moon off of my face. Written yesterday, on a day when How do you do? is the wrong question.
Solstice
Red rivers
on the full moon.
Texture:
vicious viscous.
War inside my body,
Rorschach test in my pants.
Man is fearful for a reason.
If this were blood
he’d be dead by now.
Instead, what do I see
leaving my body?
A red fridge.
Cosy shelter.
Living-room
of a never-born.
For the photo part of the post, no fear, no moon and no tests. Just knives.
These are from the last bunch of photos I took, upon returning from Slovenia three days ago. This was the sunrise (At 8.30? Hm.. nope, it was 7.30, forgot to move the camera clock again), and the knives knew they would come handy.
Today I feel better already. And now it’s only going to get brighter, right?
I really need to add this topical song: “You can’t help my life / But you can hide… the knives.” 😀
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #166: Texture
Mexi Movie the Third (closed) 
I’m reading this on my way home with 2 knives I just bought in my backpack.
Love that stand…and all the rest.
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Heheh, talking of timely. 😀 Maybe you felt yesterday that you need more knives too. 😉 Thank you!
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Sth was in the air. Or just female intuition….again.
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A heart: for the words
A hug: rather than words
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Ahh, thanks, Patrick. It feels as if the world has crossed to the other side. I feel better.
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Glad to hear that. 🙂 ❤
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This ode to our “monthly friend” is brilliant! It took awhile for me to recognize what it was about – maybe because I haven’t thought of periods in such glowing terms? Beautiful write!! ❤️
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Thank you so much, I Do Run. Glowing terms? 🙂 I’m glad you see it this way. I felt on the edge, together with the rest of the world, and the next day it was as if we were over the edge and all was good. All good to you too!
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