"Its got to be this time" she said.
The noise kept on generating.
Her long black hair against her breast
moving sincerely in 10 circles.
dragging around her long broken beige dress.
The noise kept of generating.
wooden sounds around her feet
making distance in slow motion
before her hand and vision meet.
The noise kept on generating
sudden roughness as she begins to hit her knees.
blue and purple splashes on her pale white skin.
fingers dripping colors of red from her broken glass of purple gin.
text by the female zoo
photos by Sarah Moon