Sorrows Stitch.

Storey Art.


Sorrows Stitch.


29/5/22







Sorrows Stitch.



I always had bad dreams. I made amends with these flowers, I rose… I tied them together. I put them in a box. I got a drink from a fancy bottle. There was kissing and hugging at a wedding across the road. “I'm not saying that it’s your fault but you could have done more.” “Heavy.” I followed you until the hall and I flicked the kettle on. I wish we could bunch more, all the colours!


There was a man running for funds for a defibrillator. He thought with every bit of beating heart he had. The weather was fair he thought in a moment “An utter lack of meaning” there was a rush of pride “What a delight you are.” He glanced at the women putting the box of flowers outside the store. His wireless headphones had died… Disconnected.



“To the child who was replaced by fear.”



By the curtains… “I'll never find again!” I’m wearing a man like a shell, you’ve awakened him. He’s stitching my wounds at night. Pliers and a scalpel in the tray, apply a stat. “Stitching is therapeutic.” “Could you stomach the hurting word?” “It’s a collision of all these things…”


“Thin line of existence.”


I had bought you a flower to say sorry for last night. ”There's plans for development at Borders Golf Club.” We decided to pledge my sword into the ground. Time was taken for granted. I wondered what it’s like outside my room.


“Peace and quiet.”


“It’s not so bad.”


Do you sleep anymore? “There's a new cafe that’s opened up.” The man's idea was a success, “The flowers are forming around the state too, I see more.” I dunno if anyone heard that man from the other night, the light went out.


“Stitches have healed nicely.”


I fell back into the sofa.


My love for you is strong.


Arran Storey.


Digital Photograph.

Dimensions.

4096 x 2730


Storey Art.


Prints For Sale.

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