Visual Alchemy

Maria Chiara Fagioli


Fall wind surprised us
by cold-tone gradients,
an irreverent flannel wrapped her
into the nostalgia
of hypertrophic revolutions,
while nausea persisted.

Cracked soul
across her chest,
we were
climbed thistles,
our perturbing fasting
at a bizarre age.

The heartfelt turning,
o You,
supine among my wishes
and uncharted seas.

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