by laura makabresku “I met her again: my quiet, fragile being with her body so transparent as if it was made of ice. I took her to the woods, undressed her and watched how strongly she reminds me of my own fear”
Artemis + Apollo: your mouth is champagne roses. your lungs are perfumed and your bones will blossom into stars. your blood is wine and you are clothed in light; your skin threshed wheat-like until the gold of you shines.