Nolan Liebert
Ways of Vanishing
COCOON
Gossamer god-wrap encasing no butterfly, but transmutation[1], from bullet lead into a slender gold nugget, from life to afterlife, complete with wings—without unlinking, shell, evidence of the spring from mortal coil to mortal coil.
TEETH[2]
A baby’s skull filled with dreamseeds of enamel, row upon row: an apothecary’s jars, waiting for that crystalline moment just before emptiness and shattering.
GLACIER
The slow creep of mountainsides—asymptotes[3] leaving ancient boulders of cold memories, thawing into the sour earth; water, stretched like taffy between infinite ocean, infinite sky.
GHOST
Bodies, memory-made, dead, disperse into akasha, void, traversed by sound: blood and sex and greased-up engine blocks rediscovered by breathing, released slowly to nirvana from castles in the air[4].
[1] Your first tattoo was ouroboros in pink, taken from internet pixels and stained into your flesh like beetroot juice. That juice dripped through veins into the
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