Trafika Europe 11 - Swiss Delights

Mariella Mehr

lethar slept in the ruins of past times, ice flowers grew out of her chest, strange and blue like the moonsickle of the worldmother. seven days and nights lethar slept while the worldmother gave birth to new worlds, pushed them out and destroyed them. strange dreams grew like cities in the passing hours, crumbled, emptied of life. spiders devoured hope. between golden suns the toad sat. and lethar saw wasteland whose gleaming blue light left painful traces on her skin, endlessly cold.

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