silent ghosts

my cabinet of curiosities. sleepy birds.

he is darkness, which circles her like wild ravens flock, alights on her heart.

fairy tale about a girl whose body comes to life every night under his sensitive hands

there is in me such darkness in which wolves feast

sometimes wounds appear only when you look at me. I'm naked and full of light. 
lying on a bed which you carefully prepared for night. our sensitiveness laboratory. 
I see as my skin slowly dissect under your eyes blade. you feed yourself with me as a wolf.

from my diary: early august

silent light