Within the flash
of her purest
movement, a chorus
to herald
her entrance
through freckled
glass. Its sill
scratched away
by claws
of the finest
pearl thread,
to escape
the outside;
cornered in.
She glides
rowing on the tides
of assumption,
of shade and color
in their singular,
a fierce white;
skin blending
in pigmented
light.
3 weeks ago
3 comments:
wow- that makes white feel hot xx
This is my favorite:
"scratched away
by claws
of the finest
pearl thread"
This is a nice one.
I also like the scratched away line. Beautiful yet dangerous.
Well done
Amber
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