FIRST OF D A H L I A .

In my streams of consciousness Dahlia appeared -

Ambiguous and omnipresent to consume me.

I begin to reconsider my memory-

Dahlia you were born from Olympia,

from heartache or nightmare-

Now you see me die in complications.

Now you see this contagious venom of life you have given to me.

Dahlia- Child travel within me.

Take this moment to come and engage with me -

in absense or in death -

A year will pass in which you will cut right though my golden flesh.

TEXT - THE FEMALE ZOO

SELF REFLECTION.

M O N G O L O M I N G O T .

HANDS CURSED BY 13.

Why cant you lay inexistent to others,

be my anonymous lover.

Maybe then I would understand what it feels like to be left alone,

in your presence draped in lights that bring you alive.

Your non real movements,

the non real ecstasy from morning to night.

Find me looking for you with no eyes,

I couldn't describe- how I found you, no real

sense, no real life.

My life-

the phantom pregnancy of desires ovulating-

the creations of never lasting lover inside.

TEXT & PHOTO - THE FEMALE ZOO