Alek Green

Dreaming into the breath of machines, there’s a sparkle in your eye and a hand at your waist and movements you’ve always known, bubbling up from your belly.

"as the blood falls, i ask who it belongs to; is it mine, as it seeps from my body, or yours?"

Dreaming into the breath of machines, there’s a sparkle in your eye and a hand at your waist and movements you’ve always known, bubbling up from your belly.