Clumped-Feet by Angels Blood
I poke the knife at the
base of your neck,
slowly bringing it up to the
back of your ear.
Blood comes out in slow
motion, the color is
beautiful,
do you think we remember
what death feels like?
my creative work is an escrement of dreaming and expeirinceing. I love making and listening - its a process that dissapates my body and hooks me into the universe.