Scientific Artistry
written by: Lucia-Joy Haring
I wish I could look at my brain and show you all the places that don’t feel right, together we’d cut them out and put them on display.
„Contagious”
We’d contemplate God in silence and he would let us lie with each other as proof.
I’d trace the scars on your face, you’d stitch me back up.
Constellations would form on my wrists and you’d name them all.
Loveless kisses would replace my empty head.
I don’t think I’ll ever get sober, Pass me the needle and spoon, we gotta finish the exhibition.
My name isn‘t important. I‘m a young adult from Austria, my ambitions change every day. Maybe I‘ll be a filmmaker one day, who knows. I write about everything that‘s on my mind.
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