A Study of Lips by Alexander Helbrass

Lips now compacting as my torso begins to be crushed, the black drip now a red stain, more intimate still, investigating, confirming each crease, I breath, filling my lungs, bringing with it senseless pain, rough, sanded away by baking glass.

Spanning thousands of miles, an organic flat plain teeming with activity, those lips could be anywhere and anything, am I truly looking at them or am I a flailing microbe impassioned on there surface.