My Diary: The Monster’s Inspiration

When I poked my head through the autumn lit kaleidoscopic membrane I saw the day coiled like a moth’s tongue.‭ ‬As it unwound I danced a slow dance in the vault where cold hands are kept in wine bottles.‭ ‬I stayed for extra time and saw the ball kicked into the back of the silent night net while my colleague threw himself from an aeroplane pinned to the ceiling.

The Monster's Inspiration

The Monster’s Inspiration

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