18 Nov 2008






Before the edge was just raw egg, cast upon the floor in a moment of pique
It lay there, still, fermenting, rotting, acting as a varnish on the desert floor
Carrion flew down to peck at its gloss, drops gathered at their cruel beaks
Like the sun closing the day into the spirit of the crow



Original Image by Doriandra S with additional manipulation by CJ




2 comments:

CHM said...

A Beauty C D.
F....beautiful and full stop

doriandra said...

precious and secret. thankful wishing....