Excerpt from "INDIGON" by Paula Hayes
Indigon entered his ears as beauty. She entered his nose as joy, his blackness became iridescent and he began to smell the pine and hear the night birds. He took his hat from the ground and wiped his face with his cracked hands. He could be sorry for what he did. He could face the consequence he felt in the misshapen heart in his flesh-covered chest. He could try again.
Indigon was online here, she caught Earth in a random configuration of errors, the life of the universe, the sex of the universe. She couldn’t refuse the sex of the universal tease, no.
Humans have no idea how assembled they are! She gasped as the man arranged his oily hair under his black hat. The coals showed the illumination of love in his eyes. Indigon was infused in the salt on his face in the night. The Indigon energy was in the Earth human opera, their wars and errors.