Tag: still life
They had evolved to be split midway by thumbs, juice pooling to lifelines in cupped hands a sacrifice to be sniffed, tasted— sweetness cursed, the lustful last bite of life.
It’s in the shading. It’s the way the light is written. It’s the way the observer takes it all in. It’s the way it convinces one that the world will last. It’s the way it plants a seed in the mind, the way it touches one inside, lives inside the streets of memory, inhabits…