new lot messiahs

Unbind the Fritillary

Unhand the spinster
Unbind the fritillary
Unpack the fruit

The immaculate virgins
Unhinged & unsound.

Unfurl your flag
Unravel your hope
Undo your blinders

The new lot messiahs
Uncaring & unkind.

Unspool the films
Unroll the tapes
Unmask the backups

We contract upon ourselves
Unloved & unseen.

We are
Unnerved. Undone.

What I’m Reading:

“Go fish
your soul out from the darkness.”

— Will Cordeiro / “Interpolation”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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