Fleeting Hearts
One on wardrobe. Crawling down the corrugation. Flailing like a broken breeze. Snapped in a weaponised motion. Fleeting cloud hearts, strumming up ideas of emotion. The realistic faffing in combat. Two sides. Opposed on wheeling colours. Louder and louder. Hearts throwing forward and retching on comeback. Split and healed. Lost on horizon's meet.










