Inside the ovoid of her brain, only white noise can invade. She is an embryo, curled in pain, hiding in the albumen’s shade, until the pulsating membrane explodes and the fragile shell cracks. Now she is a blob of yellow yolk – agoraphobia’s cruel joke. Kim M. Russell, 18th November 2019 My response to dVerse […]
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