Postcard #23

I dyed - or alived my hair painted it the color of an erotic blood orange sun just before it sets over the Arabian gulf giving you A 1002nd Arabian night A backyard fire when it engulfs every last memory of your ex and it glows brighter and the fireflies dance. lava bubbling people watching in awe - it’s so beautiful they’re unafraid as pele claims what’s hers. A candle flame that refuses to be extinguished even when you cut off its air supply you remove the snuffer prematurely thinking it couldn’t possibly still be breathing - you look a flicker a spark your vision is suddenly blinded by by birds of paradise in the tropical humid heat antique copper polished back to its original glory, the dried coagulated blood on your body from when you were knocked down but not out. she‘s not just breathing she‘s thriving. love, anon

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