The Living Dream

An upside down cross with a woman on it. There are scars on her forearms, but they do not bleed. There are scars where her bosom should be, and those do bleed. It smells of vomit around her, and she is crying. Gravity seems to be upside down, though, for her tears rise. She wails.

"Why must I forsake myself"

She is not nailed to the cross. It seems, through sheer will alone, she is held to it. Her own will. Around her is a grove, and foxgloves surround her.

It looks as if black is coming out of her mouth; she is trying to spit it out.

She is bleeding white.