Invisible things by Noëlle Maline

With the flicker of a bird .. I prefer distractions and being interrupted . These days , I am a luggage organizer , book filer and background diorama painter .. I look at the night sky and watch old films .. Collect shadows and uncertainties .. I make art with fragments and broken images .. Paper , things and sounds .


then till now - the box

was in love with this then..
still now..

and it still plays in my car...
- monsters exist -

she had an horror of rooms
she was tired you can't hide beat
when i looked in her eyes
they were blue but nobody home

she could've been a killer
if she didn't walk the way she do
and she do
she opened strange doors
that we'd never close again

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