Pippastrella Vesper.
Pippastrella.
Departed from the light.
she hangs in the shadows
recounting her first bite.
Pain, pleasure… knowing.
Pit of stomach… hunger growing.
Her presence prickles up your spine,
You feel that something’s out of line.
A hair’s breath, a floating feather,
Never, never, never, ever,
In her book, you mustn’t look,
Too late, to fate, to sate.
Educated and finely honed,
She writes her memoirs,
to the bone.
You shouldn’t read it,
Never, never
That Life…of yours
Will sever, sever.
~
Every aspect handmade.
Length 38cm
Mixed materials.
Vintage fabrics.
Will sit or hang.
Price includes postage.
Pippastrella.
Departed from the light.
she hangs in the shadows
recounting her first bite.
Pain, pleasure… knowing.
Pit of stomach… hunger growing.
Her presence prickles up your spine,
You feel that something’s out of line.
A hair’s breath, a floating feather,
Never, never, never, ever,
In her book, you mustn’t look,
Too late, to fate, to sate.
Educated and finely honed,
She writes her memoirs,
to the bone.
You shouldn’t read it,
Never, never
That Life…of yours
Will sever, sever.
~
Every aspect handmade.
Length 38cm
Mixed materials.
Vintage fabrics.
Will sit or hang.
Price includes postage.
Pippastrella.
Departed from the light.
she hangs in the shadows
recounting her first bite.
Pain, pleasure… knowing.
Pit of stomach… hunger growing.
Her presence prickles up your spine,
You feel that something’s out of line.
A hair’s breath, a floating feather,
Never, never, never, ever,
In her book, you mustn’t look,
Too late, to fate, to sate.
Educated and finely honed,
She writes her memoirs,
to the bone.
You shouldn’t read it,
Never, never
That Life…of yours
Will sever, sever.
~
Every aspect handmade.
Length 38cm
Mixed materials.
Vintage fabrics.
Will sit or hang.
Price includes postage.
