Organic Chaos Continuity
House as Memory Palace
Swallowed up by a Forest of Memories
Organic acrylic painting Collage
Castles become ashes burnt in the sand. Speaking in Tongues didn’t raise Her up. For She was sold for thirty pieces of tarnished silver yet Her skin remained Burnished Bronze.
Desperate for escape She slashed Her Limbs on the Spider’s Web.
Then She became a Tree, then a Universe for it mattered not what others thought.
She did up Her Bloody bandages continuing her Voyage Guided by Arboreal Voices. Limbs and Leaves gave succour binding together jagged sounding wounds.
Remember that the Rivers are filled with Souls awaiting Ascension
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