Recollection torn side swipe that first invasion that first intrusion 6 maybe 7 a blur a clean break not a splintered snap or scrape leaving flesh or bone behind a clean clear break a nothingness a child erased innocence obliterated thin air smoke rising high dissipates disappears evaporates the form remains hollowed out - inside …
Trilby Yates
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Trilby Yates 