All Her Beautiful Green Remains In Tears (2018) Amy Cutler 01
All Her Beautiful Green Remains In Tears, 2018, Amy Cutler


A view of a bunch of passengers on a mass transit line.
A group of horses standing together in the dim light;
suddenly they were more potent and lifeless in the candlelight

I had no idea what was going on around us
a series of neon lights in the dark
a person is cutting the plant to their liking.

I had a mental flash of plants
we had a hazy vision; his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled her close, dragging him down the hill which lead to the field of vision.

How long before he buried his face in the branches – a majestic view of a plush snow trail –
but this time it was nothing more than a fairytale.
I felt the entire landscape fly out of the sky
as if it had been a long time ago.
Most of those precious moments in the field drew away.

There were a lot of people who had been in love with her for more than twenty-four hours, and now she was safely ensconced in the forest.
I’m not going to be a complete stranger, like I was an immediate area of your imagination,
a blurry picture of a television screen showing the Discovery Channel,
a swarm of bugs of some sort over a large wetland.

I made a mental note of the ground and it was covered in goosebumps.
I loved that delicate bark, it was the only source of fresh tears.
I spent the last part of the day crying until I cast a certain tree over.
I wanted to wrap my body around the tree and cast it away.
I didn’t want to walk away from this tree branch, but I had no choice but to follow orders.

I was pretty sure that if she spent so much time in the past, most plants and leaves would have fallen
I had the tiniest bit of seeds in the back of my head; I had a bit of venom in my hand
and it turned out to be the most delicious thing in the world.

The only thing I wanted was to be angry and miserable because it was so much sweeter now,
as if it were the colour of soap and black powder,
a slug cake with lots of blue and white candles sticking out,
a plume of smoke in the background.

Jets fly in formation with a long cloud of smoke behind them.
Birds flying side by side in a dark sky.
A multiple exposure of a bird flying over the treetops.
The birds in the painting look like they are flying right at me.
A haunted photograph of a paper bird flying over an ever-green forest.

A group of birds is resting on the delicate branches
I had a bird in the form of a bird, which made me feel I had a sense of clarity.
The only thing I could do was sit on my side of the tree looking for her
an image of a bird perched on an ornament
a view of a bird sitting on a rock (it looks fake)
a piece of sculpture that looks like a big bird.

By the time I walked round the garden it was a bird in a bird’s nest, my head bowed to my chest
No matter what happened, I was more than a bird.

The tree branches have fallen to the side of the tree,
and I wondered what it was like to be touched by a bird.
The bird’s feathers filled the air.
I flew to the edge of the sky, feeling as if birds were flying through the air.
I had a bird at the back of my head and I could feel the sharp intake of breath as it touched her.
The bird was no longer a bird.

By the time I reached the top of the tree branch, I didn’t have a clue what to do.
The only thing I wanted to do was stay awake at night, let alone a bird out of the cage.
The last thing I wanted to do was make love to her,
but I had no idea how long that he’d been sitting on a branch of the forest.

In spite of it, I lifted my head and let the bird fly around me.
A plane is seen through a chain link fence,
and I had no interest in words.

I couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to have children, like a group of bees eating at an apple still on the tree.
Six birds could be electrocuted if the wire malfunctions.

I could no longer rid the branch of a bird that he especially hurt.
No matter what he said, I should have fallen in love with that bird a few times.
My mother’s body had grown up in a very short period of time,
and she was surrounded by wild animals.
She’d been living in a garden for a few minutes,
a close up of plants made of stitched cotton,
I loved the plants, and there were more of it than natural decorations.

My garden was close to the ground, as usual.

There had been a lot of plants in the forest, and for the first time in months, I couldn’t help but notice that the colour of roses clung to my skin.

A view of a pink lighting hanging from a tree;
spectacular different balloons raid the friendly skies with a wonderful display.
My garden was close to the ground, as usual.
I could feel the colour of death and flowers in my head.
Oh god, it was more painful than love and purple.

For the first time, I couldn’t help but notice the faint shimmer of silver in the sky above us.
Thank god, why had he managed to pluck it out the entire night.
Somehow it occurred to me I had just made a face out of the gold and melted.
I re-opened the red cloud and fell in love with it.

I had planted a soft vase filled with the colour of her eyes
and in that moment, I thought it would be my turn to leave
and I needed to inspect every bit of these flowers.
I had to admit, I wasn’t sure what to do with any of them.
In fact it seemed to be the most intimate part of me.
It seemed as if my entire world had been on display for more than a few minutes.

Just as she considered the source of those precious flowers, it was too painful.
A photo of a bird that has been distorted.
I had a soft curse under the colour of roses.
I re-opened the flower blinking in surprise.
In fact, it was as if they were going to be the most beautiful star in the world.

My colour of the vase filled with red and red,
the scent of incense filled the air
and I felt sick to my stomach.
My red light became a picture of me.
The only other person in the world was dressed in black and red, so I decided to tag along with her.
She paused searching for the right bird in a thousand fragile pieces.
I sketched the usual pieces of lace,
a puddle of water filled with little birds.

A thousand butterflies danced in my stomach at the sight of Tristan, who was so close to breaking into contact with her.
I raised my wings and let it go, most likely flying into the sky.
Most of the leaves and compassion then sparked up.

A leafy vegetable in the sun photographed up close; this appears to be an image of Lois from Superman.
For a moment, I was tempted to look at her as though she were human.
In spite of everything that had happened to her, she was one of the most beautiful flowers in the world.

I felt the flower rise to my touch.
I had done a lot of make-up in order to keep her safe.
I pulled a wisp of flowers in my face.
I had been crying for a few minutes.

I hurried up close enough to capture and inhale the remains of it.
I was speechless for the rest of the day.

My own vision had darkened to the night but I was pretty sure I could hear it,
an aeroplane flying in the sky on a dark night.
Black-eyed Susan plants are photographed slightly out of focus for a soft, blurry effect.
She added to the beautiful mass of branches that I saw at night.
I had no intention of letting anyone else go to sleep.

I couldn’t help but feel as if she were the most precious piece of fruit that had fallen in love with him.
A woman walking through a leaf covered forest.
Unmade bed has crumpled blue and violet sheets.

I closed my eyes to let them trace the night sky.
It was so much more potent in the shadows.
I had never been able to summon anyone else for the night.
I briefly plucked the pieces of glass from my eyes.

Every time I looked up and fingered her, it became copies of pure pain.
A surgery procedure is taking place while the subject is covered with a green cloth.
A picture of the inside of an umbrella shows two leaves stuck.
A demonic looking person wearing a black robe at night.
It was a rare treat for someone who came after us, making a mental note to show up at the very end of the night.

No, I imagined the energy coming up and destroying my heart.
That’s why Mother Nature gave you the creeps.
She was only a handful, the leaves scattered over and in these precious moments
a shattered piece of fruit is next to a whole one.
A small stuffed animal near snow covered vegetation.

I am so tired of flying through the sparks that created many stars around.
A pale green light cast a glow over her pale skin
begging for more.
Several kites are being flown side by side in a dark sky.
I suspect they were more beautiful than mother night, given the violent sensation I already had around.
I’ve always wanted more than a few hours, and that’s a great deal.

A silhouette of a person holding a camouflaged umbrella.
It was the most beautiful piece of clothing I had ever seen.

It was the most beautiful thing in the world, just long enough for me to come up with an explanation of nature, a distorted image of a person with star-like distortions over their image.
Spectators enjoying a remotely-controlled fireworks show in the evening sky.
It was as if they were playing tricks on me.
It seemed to be the most beautiful thing in the world that had haunted me for so long.


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