Water
Churning and seeking,
Desperate cyclones calling,
Destruction follows light.
Air
White flecks fall softly
Fragrant soft proof of life and
Death the first season
Earth
Tender holding us
Infinity reaching out
Not yet, not yet, not.
Fire
Relentless short lived
Alarming soothing nurturing
Dependent help me
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The Dress Up Box
I don't remember the beginning; that would be like asking a child what the day they were born was like. However, I can tell you about the feeling I've never lived without. It comes to me in doses here and there with butterflies at the beginning of an evening. It's the sound of hangers with metal tops being parted from wooden rails. The satisfying weight of layers of fabric. Fashion fabric, lining, and interfacing, kissed with buttons or zippers. Threads pulling at gathers like the muscles in my cheek as I anticipate the garment in my hand to be the one to wrap around my shoulders like warm air after coming in from the cold.
By Olivia Serino5 years ago in Humans
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