Frames / No. 04
The burning
A thick pulse under the skin. A step into the void. The smell of iron. Wet earth.
A hand out in the black, tracing the resistance.
Where the shadows deepen, movement follows.
Where the air burns, hunger waits.
Loss of prayer. Hesitation. Unhinging for the fever, caged by the hours.
Mouth to heat. Split open. Pinned hard against the bone.
A cold leaving.
A long swallow to the dark.
Photography from the series шёпот.










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