Through this piece,
I wanted to
craft a colorized caricature
of my pinterest board:
Hide and seek dominated the
recreational realm of the childhood her body once
experienced. Darkness and claustrophobia strangled the trachea – she
appreciated the tormented grip. As a celibate, the younger skin of
her own craved a fall. The game, ready or not. The
plummet of the lungs and stomach at the sound of “come” shook her to the
core. Comical, is it not, that the reverberation of the collection
of waves resembling the same word caught as a child, excite her to this
day? “Run,” the voices would yelp. “Ascend one knee after
another, as sweat condenses on the forehead, and vestal lips sputter in the
wind.” Let the acrylic splatter the
board as the pureblooded amalgamation of live atoms hid in the game – limbs,
without fail, crave the demand of application. Appendages, games –
thirst.
- J. A. Kind
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