Consumed in high violet, the violence is odious. Absolutism flooding through her veins, a sickening of her brain in this strange space. The spices and lavenders aromatize the markets, their perfume still lingers in that cramped space – stained to the hairs in her nostrils. It is cloying and ever-present, mixed with that iron scent. Sulphur and cyanide, like almond milk against your skin.
Consumed in high ultra-violet, the entire market lights up purple from another kind of stain. All other senses lost amongst the torpor, no more taste, touch, sight, sound, only the haze of cigarette smoke as the men gather.


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