in collaboration with Sadie Lune
My Lady likes a dark space underground, we’ve all spent time there but none of us know the way. We wait for her inside ourselves, touching each other maybe. She first appears as clacking boots and crushed fig leaves on a stairway, then the boots slacken until still. She’s probably deciding, or maybe she’s done it days ago.
I hold my breath, and hope.
Bishop Black, the Clyo, Elliot Hughes, Finn Peaks, Lina Bembe, Maryann Peony, Manon Praline, Nina Scum, Sadie Lune, Rayh Succulent