discovery.

.

she collects herself through shifting pages
the rubble left after flesh complaining of emotion pouring out her feelings into the test tubes labelled stars and watching them turn into mould the murky colours exhale principles of meekness, of aesthetic set with expiring dates a kill joy of some kind being nurtured in labs yet to be proclaimed to the masses but for now that brown is a covenant of hope  like the virtues of virgins stuck in a man’s dreams