This felt like being pulled into an inner weather where colour becomes pulse, panic, memory. I kept feeling the body trying to name something overwhelming through fragments, as if language itself were short of breath. That ending fading into “le” stays... a light going out mid-syllable.
Thank you so much for your reading Urvasi, and for seeing the piece through to the end, as it is quite a descent. I’m really pleased the almost dissolution of language at the end came through as well.
What stayed with me was the way the poem stops using language descriptively and begins using it almost as pressure, fragmentation, breath, and sensory residue.
The colors no longer feel symbolic after a while. They become conditions inside the body of the text itself — red as pressure, blue as holding, amber as unstable flicker.
And that final fading into “less / less / le” felt less like an ending than a system losing coherence from within.
The little amber pulse near the end... I don’t know why that one kept bothering me, like a tiny warning light in all that crush. I’m tense now, honestly.
This felt like being pulled into an inner weather where colour becomes pulse, panic, memory. I kept feeling the body trying to name something overwhelming through fragments, as if language itself were short of breath. That ending fading into “le” stays... a light going out mid-syllable.
Thank you so much for your reading Urvasi, and for seeing the piece through to the end, as it is quite a descent. I’m really pleased the almost dissolution of language at the end came through as well.
Thanks!
Your pieces are always a highlight in my day.
Colorful yet haunting. Love that contrast.
Thank you so much Kasu! ♥️
Wow! Never felt so much movement in a few words...letters no less.
Thank you so much Kate!
Funny how even just letters can still carry movement and meaning. ❤️
This is such a haunting and mesmerizing piece. Your imagery is always so vivid ♥️
Thank you so much Aaliya ♥️
There’s a tempo in this colour palette, and I honestly don’t know how to explain it x
Feeling it just perfect MoTy! ❤️
A clever and creative poem. Well done! amazing!
Thank you Stranger!
You're welcome, Mark!
Very clever 🌹
Thanks G & T!
Must have been exhausting to write!!
hehe - a couple of lines at a time 😂
A little spooky 😳🌹
funny how it can unnerve a bit without actually doing much 😂
hehe - it’s a quite a descent and leaves even me a little breathless by the end, when I read it back
Hauntingly immersive and unraveling. <3
Thank you, Petra!
Unravelling is a great way to describe it!
<3
What stayed with me was the way the poem stops using language descriptively and begins using it almost as pressure, fragmentation, breath, and sensory residue.
The colors no longer feel symbolic after a while. They become conditions inside the body of the text itself — red as pressure, blue as holding, amber as unstable flicker.
And that final fading into “less / less / le” felt less like an ending than a system losing coherence from within.
Thank you Antonio. I’m glad you felt the pressure coming through in the piece, and the loss of coherence in the language.
A really close reading.
Thanks!
The little amber pulse near the end... I don’t know why that one kept bothering me, like a tiny warning light in all that crush. I’m tense now, honestly.
Hehe Asuka! It can leave you a little tense and even breathless by the end when I read it back. Amber is such a nice colour 💛
This reads like the visceral, fractured memory of a moment so overwhelming that language itself had to break apart just to let the pressure out ✨
A beautiful reading Brandi! The idea is language collapsing, especially at the end was just feeling i was trying to capture ❤️
so so cool to read
Thank you Ramona!