in the apothecary
little jars of myself
spread across gnarled shelves
a sprinkle of bees to the sky
flowers scream
my life sucked dry
pickled thoughts
in smaller bottles
hold answers to the questions
surgeons must ask
they cut away from my ashes
a self made of wax
2 comments:
These photos are just awesome!
Print a book, I will be first to buy it. Where do you get the great ideas for them all?
Anyways, great job!
Thanks! From my crazy head!!!
:)
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