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As she wakes on a track
blue vials spin and something thorny bites her wrist. Daisies rain against her metal umbrella. In this drunken stupor of reluctant acceptance, she blinks at death; nothing is as bright as an open wound under starlight. Fleeting breaths escapes this lioness's rush to shelter, bony and meek beneath a shield of hot screams. If only we had the feather-fledged audacity to see violent storms brew behind the blur of pretty marbles. In the heart of darkness we must view our real self, soaked in stone cold irony; mirror, mirror on the wall. A tomb-heavy silence swings its scythe: your understanding of all this is in a million pieces, watching from the lowest branch with an obstructed view of a bird you think is flying, but she's really dying. © 2018 Kay |
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Added on April 20, 2018 Last Updated on April 21, 2018 AuthorKayUnited KingdomAbout"Some believe it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. It is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindne.. more..Writing
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