the mattress laid straight on the floor, unadorned, pricking her skin with textile thorns
she studied its subliminal shapes, formed by baroque roses hecho en local exótico where roses didn't grow, but that was an agripolitical bifocal
a red and blue satellite pulse night trains and aeroplanes, diminuedo into EDM of in the units nearby
(taste?)
the hyrolized transcience of bergamot citron and tuberose went into her like a respirator, and she felt alive
About the Creator
Finding Your Light: Embracing Imperfection
When you stop trying to please others and cease striving for perfection, your light returns. We often believe that women become unhappy because they are not pretty enough, not perfect enough, or not hardworking enough. But what truly exhausts women isn't these things. It’s trying too hard in life.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 days ago in Poets
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