Friday, October 30, 2015

Phyllomedusa - The Foremother

The scattered pattern of uneasiness becomes prominent when attempting to connect with the Foremother. The ceaseless rain seems to turn into moss pellets as they hit my skin. If they remain immersed, what would I disrupt? The grassy edges are lined with heads and vocal sacs as I walk by. And you thought you knew fear...

The Foremother