Gentle red reaches out as
ominous bends, protrudes in grotesque
gestures…
Pint-sized piddles lays eyes
to the heavens, as spooky
finds color in elongated tendrils…
Hues tangle on sympathy, on
the smiles of the dead…
Strange only have shadows, never
weeping rainbows….
For a short time silhouettes
flush, the grey curtain parted,
rays of whimsical giggle and
tickle….
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Thoughts on an ever-evolving life
. . .can you imagine?
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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Poetics & Rumens
Paranormal Author, Artist & Empath. Follow Sheila on Twitter, Facebook & Instagram! @sheilareneeparker
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Aniket More
Marvellous 🙂
darkmuze
Thank you kindly:)