21/08/2026
Promo code « broken » -20% on all the artworks link in bio . That’s what I remember: these real
dark nights. Ken or someone leaning
on the bar. The street like snuffed
candles, the shine on bruised and
swollen skin. The snow turning into
rain as Lee’s hospital bracelets formed
a garland of reproof, sticky as the Jäger
splotched linoleum. Dull as the wood
showing through, the holes in the wood,
the roaches shaking from the shrill coats
of after dark women. Abortions, arson.
The inked faces foreshadowing the needle
scarred arms, even before the sleeves roll
back, like lips spitready, like eyes. Cops.
Men’s faces hanging like stolen coats
from their hooks. The fratricidal opiates
of these midnight masses, co***ne burning
the fine hairs lining their nasal cavities
like singed insects, incinerating under
the gaze of glass and light. Rounds of
light pouring from the freezer at the rate
of real estate rising. The throats burning,
the books of matches. These real, dark
nights, everything burned and burned.
It was not as we thought then the light
that blinded us, but the ash.
Eva HD Eva H.D
