roll and fragment. your head is not
yours anymore. the second you see
the rotary motion, your skin grows
into something violent. something
that defies the existence of scars.
your life is a 4x3 movie; fixed and
static but free from motion sickness.
your heart is a carousel, not going
anywhere. your boneless, tiny hands
are touching all those photographic
memories popping out from your
eyes. now your life goes negative
as its default mode. fragment. roll.
memories are fluid, blurry, lucid
dream in disguise. film noir. your
head is no longer yours, but still.
yours anymore. the second you see
the rotary motion, your skin grows
into something violent. something
that defies the existence of scars.
your life is a 4x3 movie; fixed and
static but free from motion sickness.
your heart is a carousel, not going
anywhere. your boneless, tiny hands
are touching all those photographic
memories popping out from your
eyes. now your life goes negative
as its default mode. fragment. roll.
memories are fluid, blurry, lucid
dream in disguise. film noir. your
head is no longer yours, but still.
✱✱✱
 Innas Tsuroiya (b. 1997) aspires to be a writer and filmmaker. Based out of Indonesia, she spends her time volunteering for the causes she cares about. She loves warm baths and midnight snacks. Contact her via personal site, Twitter, or Instagram. |
