06.12.2024

by storm

thin trace of blood when bear moves. a thin blood trace shines in the morning sun as bear leaves den
she says: this is the month of imploding. i’m only breathing through words now— less and less air — loosing language one word after the other. these are among the lost words:

familiefest

søndagsstel

udsigttårn

hjemvendt

nedfalden

roemark

sjippetov

hovedskald

sukkerskål

gyngehest

samlebånd

havørn

hættemåge

pinsesol

dansemyg

bortfaldet

nedtagen

hundeangst

lillebælt

nordhavn

each breath require b o g s t a v e r i n g

this is the month of å n d e n ø d