FIGHT OR FLIGHT - MATTER

"She wears the red dress like a decision she already made. Not yes, not no. Just go.

Heat rising off the tarmac — palm trees bend like gossip, whispering exits she won't take.

Lipstick smudged with love letters no one finished writing.

There’s an old stereo in her chest playing sirens backwards.

There’s a neon god laughing in the stoplight.

She keeps walking.

Behind her, the billboards forget her name & call her holy."

MATTER - Signed A2 Analogue Mixed Media Painting.