Curated Descent
Sharp electronic pulse with a dry, white-noise hiss
Muted, staccato synth bass enters
The marble is a perfectly flat line
Pressure builds against my porcelain heels
The weight of the morning is pressing down
The light is a white blade cutting the room
I am positioned for the daily view
Symmetry is the only rule we keep
Adjust the angle of the velvet skin
(The only rule)
Silk is falling through the air
Gravity looks good on me
I am the texture of the room
High-gloss, low-impact
A curated descent
(Watch the descent)
My dermis is a cold synthetic blend
Touch me with a gloved and sterile hand
Transaction complete at the break of dawn
My pulse is a steady electronic click
Calculate the cost of the heavy drape
The paralysis of looking perfect now
Biological needs are secondary
(Secondary)
Silk is falling through the air
Gravity looks good on me
I am the texture of the room
High-gloss, low-impact
A curated descent
(Watch the descent)
The fabric catches on a sharp splinter
A snag in the perfect line I bought
I am losing my internal structure
Everything is coming undone tonight
The thread is pulling through the surface
(Fraying at the edge)
(Don't look at the seam)
Silk is falling through the air
Gravity looks good on me
I am the texture of the room
High-gloss, low-impact
A curated descent
(Watch the descent)
Sound of a glass window being polished
Beat drops out leaving only a thin oscillator tone
Minimalist
Expensive
Thin
(So thin)
(Watch it fall)
