creating something from something less interesting
a coating of peach, the softness of my skin, pockets of blemishes and smile lines
a splash of blue, big trusting eyes, the sky in the summer
a stroke of red, a break in the peace, a mouth that can’t stay still
a spattering of pink, blushing in dim lighting, roses in spring
a spill of brown, a constellation of freckles, leaves in the fall
a streak of black, a soulless memory, the sky in the winter
a swift motion and a tearing. a photo that was but now isn’t
everything looks better when it’s not real
About the Creator
Callista Kinnan
I love creative writing, fiction, and poetry.
I hope to become a published author someday!
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