sparking on air as up where the mountain maidens sleep life away in their ice caves they awaken, blinking their eyes as they walk outside . . . it all not looking like it did when Mama was alive . . . no . . . the glacier inching into slush with half frozen old boyfriends that got tossed into a crevasse when they got too boring popping back up and little human ones with backpacks and beards inching up in bright red wellington boots and mittens . . . new boyfriends for sure . . . is it better to be one when it all collapses . . . maybe yes or maybe no
my series post for today published on my Substack at the link. The mini mercury pumpkins in the image are from Amazon.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/very-eerie-pre-halloween-art-for-bbe
