I live a strange life.
One where people come and go
at their whim.
There's one,
a petite girl.
She loves bitter drinks and
smells of old wisdom.
She's got glasses
that cover her eyes that see too much
and she read with the lights off.
A warm sweater
is always present,
dwarfing her frame with earthy hues.
Another one
is much less nice.
She has a storm in her eyes,
lighting and fire in her path.
I think when she walks
I see bony feathers drop
behind her,
but they always disappear in the light.
She has loud music and
tattoos
that seem to stay even when she leaves.
I live a strange life.
One where people come and go,
moving in the mirrors
and slipping beneath my skin at their whim.
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Raindrop Thoughts
PoetryRain is the way the earth cleans herself of the sins committed upon her flesh. ~~~ My third poetry collection. When The Blood Ran Black was my first one, Let Me Show You The Night is my second one, and this is the third installment. I know, I know...
