A caleidoscope of fragments
Scattered on the windowsill
Like a burst of stardust,
Able to bend reality at will.
She's smiling or terrified
With the energy of an actress;
Every word that leaves her lips
Maybe carried more, but brought less.
Ellen, with her violet waterfall
Of dreams, fantasies and memories
That will never fade much anyway.
If time's a cashier, she paid everyone's fees.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
