White gloved fingers steal the nights breath
as it covers the mouth of the earth.
Silencing the land in a raspy voice to lay
and listen…
Listen as Santa’s twinkle teases us with holiday.
Rosy nature plays in the heavenly tears, like
a blessing of rebirth.
Petals so soft touch my tongue, entering like
a lover, melting against my warmth.
Paling the sky with silvery Christmas
draping down in tinsel.
Stilled, blanket covers in solemn prayers….
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During the days in which I choose to conform, I do so with a specific feeling in mind that I want to achieve. A sort of climax that I aim to reach. A feeling effortlessly maintained between the ages of 6-9 and again between the ages of 13-15, when being a girl was simply one of the numerous ways of being.
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