I lay everything out
like a bad dream
inescapeable
My palms hoover above
the table
Here is the salmon, pink heart
the magenta under my eyelids like
sunsets
the charcoal punctuation of
my iris'
like endings of a sentence
here is the soul,
smooth
jagged
Chunks of Obsidian
dark, yet catching the light
off my eyes
the eyes.
Portals of burnt umber
Yet truly- they are turquoise lovers
or emerald fevers
deep and constant as the sea
again...I want more, even
again...I want more, even just a few more lines that tie it all together...it's so rich with vivid images I just wnat more!
Much Love
Ashley
Great write and great depth,
Great write and great depth, really enjoyed this. xP
Appreciate the read and the
Appreciate the read and the comment! Thank you kindly
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.