Ingrained within the disconnected sisters is the controversy of routine tests done by doctors.
Every calculation and bits of bad news join together on a blue back drop.
The photo of this happy family is taken and in the assembly line this paper goes,
Someone decides to shine light on the chills on each relatives back, so easy and words so sweet flew out of their mouths while trying to move their feet.
A colony of ants dancing at the bottom of their eyes for years, committed to make a sea roar and tumble down their cheeks.
Some said their thoughts were enchanted, that this family was made of ancient breaths.
Harmless locals held words with their tongues, trapped in the caves of their throats, and reporters stare with honest eyes, freezing frames of that happy family, blue back drop and dancing ants on their eyes.
The sea has swallowed them up, roaring at those who remain silent.
About Me.
- Emma Cherry
- In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
- We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
