When beauty seeks me and breathes, frail, in my face, I am the - TopicsExpress



          

When beauty seeks me and breathes, frail, in my face, I am the fool that tries to inhale its colour so my lungs can be artwork in the stained glass parts of my skin; the fool that tries to burn, behind my iris, the blue ocean of saltwater majesty; the heathen who will gather basketfuls of vapour as though it can be kept – as though I could ever swallow the hurricane before it peters out so that it will funnel through my blood, condense in my veins. This is the beauty that turns a whole glittering, treacherous heart into gold. – from Derivative Faith by Jollin Tan
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 08:30:47 +0000

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