Crystallized Past (ceramics, charred wood, distressed photocopies, gold lustre)

I am the vessel.

Entombed in dizzying vertical walls, gridded to grind. Building a nest in a wrecked place. In a charred tree with charred twigs with hands burnt to a crisp. Red raw the spikes rise up through my throat hardening to a cement blockage. I wear them like a crown- beautiful crystals, rock hard defences.

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