pale

Captured in porcelain flesh marbled with traces of pink and blue, a still life of the love that exists as only the truth can liberate your eyes to see.

No blood will be spilled here

Just a mirror and the object it reflects. 

A well designed instrument

It's maker's fingerprints

Algorithmic and twisted around some cruel calculus that hypnotizes and damns in the same stroke.

Your ephemeral nature, here

For a time and then never again

An intolerable beauty

An anachronistic portrait of a woman

Plucked out of eternity 

Compelling me to my doom