So I know I talked about my laundry room earlier in this blog. It's being mentioned again because I recently did a photo series on it for my Media class. These are some of my favorites from the series. We also had to write some pretentious art student-y sentences to go along with these so I did a bunch of gross things. These are just the grossest.
I think about the twitch of the skin as the scab is peeled off.
...birds nesting in the pores of my face.
...a mountain piled high with dead skin
...the rust on my hairbrush that flakes off and stains my scalp.
...wasps becoming embedded in my skin.
...a tick burrowing through the muscle and into the murmuring heart.
...a numb arm connected to a slab of metal.
...biting off my cheeks in order to feel them.
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