Palodine: Music
A Dozen Stones
(Palodine)
2008-03-25
Aryn/Whitney
In college I took a live drawing class and imagined the nude model on the stand to be a sort of sacrifice placed upon an altar. - Katrina
Laying in the light of winter. Feeling every eye upon her. A broken altar in repair. Charcoal dust moves on the air. A dozen stones to catch the flame. A thousand flames to take the water. Where have they gone now that you call? Every knee shall bow below. Her spine becomes a line of shadow, when on the hour she parts her robe. Keeping still has been no easier. There's one thing that I've always known.