What of
the sanguine
yesterday
that you prize so much
the dirty linoleum
the patterns in the dust
internal screams
like fractals of light
will you ever
see inside
that obsidian palace
Words and photography by Denise Ruttan
“Obsidian Palace”
What of
the sanguine
yesterday
that you prize so much
the dirty linoleum
the patterns in the dust
internal screams
like fractals of light
will you ever
see inside
that obsidian palace
Words and photography by Denise Ruttan
