As the sun rises
You are but a few
Delicate threads spun from a silk worm
Woven gently around and within
A nectarine cranium spool
The very first strands
Garnish a beginning
Recess finds you in braids
Multicolored scrunchies securely
Held in place by
Clips that glitter
With stars and smilies and hearts
Graying gum clings to you
From that moment under the desk
When a pencil had fallen
Afternoon shines on your mask
Once dark bark-colored
Now masquerading as blond
Credit the bleach
For helping you fit in
With a thousand fake smiles
At a sweet sixteen
Evening kisses what is left of you
Now shorter with chemical burns
Dye is the scar that marks trying
To cover the cement grey that has
Been painted above those ears
Like a cruel mockery
Of your former perfection
Midnight stars cast their souls
On you, their silver associate
You're bobbed and curled
No longer in connection with your sapling self
Time has slipped you
Into a chrome dream
Where you are just as beautiful
As always















Comments
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it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful
So very beautiful, and the imagery is impeccable.
It reads like a dance!
Instant +fav!
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Cuckuhim 'o 'ab him.
Wepeghim 'o 'abai him.
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it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful
I watched you, too. I couldn't resist tossing that in! ^^
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Cuckuhim 'o 'ab him.
Wepeghim 'o 'abai him.
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it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful
O, happy day! Joy!
Thank you so much for the watch!!
Any pieces that reached out to you significantly? I'm all ears.
Er, eyes.
I can't stop smiling.
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Cuckuhim 'o 'ab him.
Wepeghim 'o 'abai him.
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Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind - Dr. Seuss
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