Flumes Volume 2: Issue 1, Summer 2017 - Page 14


...We must continually fling ourselves out from prisons. Cast ourselves out from how we conceive of our existence; abandon the sick self. I don’t know what fears are mine anymore. I don’t know how my shape will rise up, a shadow behind me as I walk close to a plum blossom’s open mouth.

~ from Hive Mind, by Gabrielle Myers