With her eyelids clenched, she drenches her nape-short hair into a rose-tinged tub of water.
Her shivering is resonating in circles.
With her mouth closed, she composes lyrics laced with lies in her gloom-stricken brain.
Her breathing is bellowing in despair.
With her nail beds iced, she pinches her skinned knees with one hand
while she puffs out another smoke with the other.
With her diaphragm rested, she heaves in a deep sigh in one second
while she smokes in another puff in the next second.
Her cigarette is burning.
Her heart is racing.
She's sickened.
She's sick.
Tired.
____________
She is loathsome no more.
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Eяin Heяoin
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Ang dibdib parang naninikip
'Di malaman kung bakit naiinip
At kung kailan ba naiba ang ihip
Halos wala ng ibang nasasaisip
Ang dibdib parang naninikip
'Di malaman kung bakit naiinip
At kung kailan ba naiba ang ihip
Halos wala ng ibang nasasaisip
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Eяin Heяoin
She reads through her punctured words
and her ruptured tales and she feels as if
she is bound to weave something else
and something more.
She browses through her photographed scenes
and her reflected deeds and she feels as
if she bound to yield something else
and something more.
Her senses are whirling in great speed
like gaseous atoms inside a quadrilateral grid.
Her mind is in constant change.
Her tenses are whirring in a distinct beat
like fallacious notes along a tremendous feat.
Her soul is in constant change.
Only one thing is apparent.
Only one and nothing else.
She is loathsome no more.
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With her eyelids clenched, she drenches her nape-short hair into a rose-tinged tub of water.
Her shivering is resonating in circles.
With her mouth closed, she composes lyrics laced with lies in her gloom-stricken brain.
Her breathing is bellowing in despair.
With her nail beds iced, she pinches her skinned knees with one hand
while she puffs out another smoke with the other.
With her diaphragm rested, she heaves in a deep sigh in one second
while she smokes in another puff in the next second.
Her cigarette is burning.
Her heart is racing.
She's sickened.
She's sick.
Tired.
____________
She is loathsome no more.
Her shivering is resonating in circles.
With her mouth closed, she composes lyrics laced with lies in her gloom-stricken brain.
Her breathing is bellowing in despair.
With her nail beds iced, she pinches her skinned knees with one hand
while she puffs out another smoke with the other.
With her diaphragm rested, she heaves in a deep sigh in one second
while she smokes in another puff in the next second.
Her cigarette is burning.
Her heart is racing.
She's sickened.
She's sick.
Tired.
____________
She is loathsome no more.
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She reads through her punctured words
and her ruptured tales and she feels as if
she is bound to weave something else
and something more.
She browses through her photographed scenes
and her reflected deeds and she feels as
if she bound to yield something else
and something more.
Her senses are whirling in great speed
like gaseous atoms inside a quadrilateral grid.
Her mind is in constant change.
Her tenses are whirring in a distinct beat
like fallacious notes along a tremendous feat.
Her soul is in constant change.
Only one thing is apparent.
Only one and nothing else.
She is loathsome no more.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
