Colors had finally died, lied, made
me think, blink in ghostly breaths,
deaths….
I laid ashen and blush, everything hush,
pale, and upon me You climb,
snowing, exploding….
Skin on skin, open, gaped in blurry
flurries….
I quiver, shiver as you lick the
folds of Spring away…..
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MY DARK THOUGHTS....ADULT CONTENT
A Student Literary Journal
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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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Paranormal Author, Artist & Empath. Follow Sheila on Twitter, Facebook & Instagram! @sheilareneeparker
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