lilia marie ellis

"PORTRAIT OF WHEN IT RAINS EARLIER THAN EXPECTED"

Bones love what skin loathes. Restless, ruthless; weaving of wood as water falls, stench gratitude-thick, shivering sole-up; nothing quite so gorgeous as to not be ruined; or ruinous to lack beauty (though impossible); descent like falling is a human thing; and we are all adorned with grace; and terror; like tears, beauty has no keys, nor home, dwelling all places.