Laying in these quiet meadows, I can still hear the little crackling sounds coming from my sword of fire. As I lay there, my body and brain completely shut off, I realize that this is it. Hannah in a series by Emmet Green.

The ghosts in our eyes
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Eye wake up in a construct. Eye lay on my
bed and sweat. Eye replay final moments. Eye try to
picture her face. Eye program a future version of myself
to remember it, slick with seawater, ringed with wet hair. A dark series by Rebecca Cairns with words by Ben Mirov.















