poetic angles: it is cold

I measure the distances between the bones with paper metres. it's easier to tear centimetres between two points on the globe.

under the eyelids, I break the winds of the broken windows. I tie my hands in knots around my knees.

they are blistered,

these figures of imaginary embraces. and disappear without a sound, like broken porcelain.

I plastered the walls with feathers.

it is cold.

Title: it is cold Artist: Danijela Macura - poetry, video and photography sound is a mix of original video sound and music made with AI tool Dimensions: 89.91 MB mp4