Read the poem here please by Madame Grotesque: fav.me/d5z75cv
Slowly they die
2013
Longing for soothing fall
2012
The roaring of the water covers my ears. Soothing, numbing, tempting, seductive. It will embrace my body, make me light as a feather. To suddenly not feel anything at all. The cold water drops are calling on me, come closer to the edge. I'm crawling, shivering, wanting, reaching. Numb.
Paranoia Inspired by the story of "Little red riding hood" by the Grimm brothers2011