It is time to clean
To scrape with fine metal pick the gunk from the only true unknown frontier
From the ridges and valleys of our grisaille landscape
To cut with resolve the fatty tissue from these fine, fresh wounds
We will not let this glowing abscess become our one true source of pain
Pinch hard and squeeze until the puss pops from the mound
If it splatters our face be thankful it is gone
If it splatters our tongue rejoice in the salty taste of a job well done
If it returns turn to the knife
Gather the ones you love, begin the ceremony
And cut
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*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
By Heather Hubler6 days ago in Interview
Comments (2)
A raw, intense piece—there’s something compelling about the imagery of cleansing and renewal here. It’s gritty but almost meditative in its urgency. Bold work!
This is so intense, but in such a fascinating way. It’s like you’re diving into something uncomfortable but necessary, and it’s almost cathartic to read. The imagery really grabs you and makes you feel the process—like you’re right there, cleaning out the mess. Beautifully written 👏🏽