Dearest and most darling flinty rock. Scythed out coal nugget. Utter hunk, jagged from cutting, rests on my chest - the exact replica of a heart, tossed in a fire and become charcoal.

In grasping at it day by day, dusty drawing marks are left on my skin. Finger edges, belly muscle, circles around areola - imperfect lines that have been rock traced from neck to tit to belly to cunt. Not to mention from sun scorched shoulder down the arm to the hands, a finer line marking out the five bones of the fingers. A nervous system/skeleton newly etched by a wetted finger in inky coke. Expanding outward from the beloved centre of the black heart rock. 

- From a series of four shot, fictional texts written in 2017. 


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