EXPRESS MEDIA CONTENTBuy Voiceworks #78 Fluid Online Now Wake from the dream-haze and spit blood into the sink. Wipe mouth on threadbare T-shirt and apply lipstick. Stand in line for flu jab while T-shirt disintegrates in the rain. Dab favourite childhood antiseptic on those leaking sores and try to ignore the mysterious stains on the upholstery. If the mind is a machine, then the body is a container overflowing with liquids of varying colour and viscosity. An inkpot fills and spills across the desk. There is something beautiful in mutability, in flux, as we all try to avoid the parching decomposition of death. You’re a regular watercolour, with holes in your hands from pressing too hard. The Cheshire cat watches, evanescing into foliage, milk curdling in the heat. |