They polished the scaled armour with orange peel every evening. The citrus scent repelling the taste of blood and earth residing in each crease. The overlapping plates fish-like, never one colour for more than a moment. Inside, the body was still human. Just. It preferred oranges to iron, whatever its brain might say.
Tag: brainwashed
Time bubble
I’m falling out of love with the apples
suspended in the air, frozen
on their descent to the ground.
The songbirds too, paused
in mid-flight away from the rain clouds.
I can stand in front of a whole swarm of bees,
rear ends rapier-pointed at my face,
knowing they will never pierce me.
What’s there to like
about a world that does not breathe?
Treeshallow Musings 