BITTER LASTING LIQUID - HER BLOOD HEATS SLOWLY.

I would have burned inside of myself-

If I hadn't learnt how to feel it.

A rapture of midnight meshes under 12 full moons-

If I didn't want to have everything you touched,

you would have known something else.

The moon she follows me, with her winds under-

It doesn't matter how much she accompanies me.

How long she kept her blue life aside, just to regret.

So dense she rises with the morning that smelled of moist caramel hair-

Indulging, so that it doesn't matter as much-

Becoming familiar with what she forgets.

Bitter lasting liquid- her blood heats slowly

sometimes for hours-

Through fire highly concentrated.

Bitter lasting never too late-

to suddenly pull her here again, white and docile.

She feels it in the night again,

She saw me in the night again.

And again she dreamed with the night.

For her- for life - for eternal bleeding- for infinite fire.

She leaves me-

with all her moonlight

behind.

TEXT & PHOTO - THE FEMALE ZOO

A SILENCE FOR DAHLIA.

She remembered awkward space-

Out of everything, through everything

He would never know her human relationship.

How her voice pure hearted reached the verge of recognition-

Tiresome diagnosed imagination

Her world was changing, everything else was still.

TEXT - THE FEMALE ZOO

FOUND IN HER STOMACH FIRST.

Don't even think about it-

in the past that was a taboo.

It use to come in small doses of haunting moments,

In the past it was as if the super natural over took her body.

What a shame-

Must be the blood that feeds her mind with a plague of dreams.

It fills her up- making her eyes roll black.

A spectacular disease of perfection.

An infinite deliticassen of intoxication.

and those who saw her -

they didn't even waste their time.

For them this woman was like venom to crime.

TEXT - THE FEMALE ZOO

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