She saw the world in colours. It made much more sense to her that way, and she liked how they interacted with the glass.

Flesh, unblessed / rendered unholy with no mourning
by man as the knife descends / cracking open the architecture of bone.

Art

But this isn’t about snow. Or working in froyo hell. Or how or why I lost my job. This is about how I well and truly hit ROCK BOTTOM.