Thursday, March 15, 2007


Muted flesh tones on a background of lamp lit night, images move slowly dragging, blurred, and pixilated. I am captivated watching your silent contemplation of movement, thumbnail perched on your bottom lip like an accident waiting to happen. The length of your neck bare to the chest, flaunts itself like an invitation to a bloodletting. Aleathia Drehmer 2007 Published by Haggard and Halloo 4/07

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