A vice, the apple constricting.
Wound too tight.
Exploding heart.
And like a lamp, she is lit.
Bright, full, radiant.
Born of darkness.
It bursts from within her.
Words rush to fill the pages.
Existence her muse.
Vessels widen and brim with eagerness.
A world in pain, she awakens.
The chair had to break.
A mind caught fire.
Now she’s living.
About the Creator
Rachel Reviews: The Spiral Archive by Pieter Hendrik
It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deeming7 days ago in BookClub
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