What happens to emotions

Her laughter has become a bottle of hair lotion; it drips as mercurial rainwater from the ivy into the giant clockwork.
Uneasiness in the form of mouldy bread forms into a mouse that squeals in panic as the boot comes down upon it.
A dream liquefies and floods through the mouth that was talking to the ear in sleep.
Love that formed Cleopatra’s needle is pinned into the stomach of an acupuncturist.
A blister on the palm of the hand has formed an eye and stares at the stainless self.
Rejection has formed a hill of fresh eggs in which fish hooks scrape at doors.
Schizophrenic nerves in the head snap like burning strings and wonderment explodes like milk custard in the weightlessness of a hollow meteorite.
The refined pleasure of listening to blackbirds singing a modern pastoral symphony is diced by the arrival of the solid gold bus.

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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