She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen into her, so that like an audience, she can look them over menacing and sullen and curl to sleep with them. But all at once, as if awakened, she turns her face to yours, and with a shock, you see yourself tiny inside the golden amber of her eyeballs suspended like a prehistoric fly
Rocío (Ro) Christensen
@rocio · 0:19
Wow. I've never heard this realka piece, but, oh, my God, I love it. So such a way with words. So so much packed into into each line. Like it's just it's it's like, spilling over, I feel with, like, I don't know, richness in the images. I I love it. Thank you so much for sharing it