Nether Mutations -part II

A gap in the light of woods, a deformed mouth that aspirated the day.

In front of me, the ground was curved under the weight of the old earth, and on the edge of the excavation, my sight could not carry well far.
Muffled crackles, a presence broke the branches of this obscure nest. With wet breathings, it betrayed a sudden violence.

Beyond this opaque well, my feet tied to the ground, the air shivered. There was in this inner silence an ancestral quarrel.
Half-conscious, I fell towards the bottom. Cold branches extirpating me of my straitjacket, I found myself naked in the abyss.

Obscure feelings were trashing about here. My body paralyzed with fear called for the light and the shadow echoed him. But near the ground, my fears dissolved and nourished my inner chasm.

Intertwined with the roots, I came back out, with a frightened eye on what is crouched within each one of us…

Unconscious, that we are.

Model: Louis-Thomas Plamondon
Place : Vercors - France
August 2006, the 17th