A glimpse is all I see
a mixture of butterflies and treachery
pink passion bursting into a purple flame
a soul stuck in a spin cycle of joy and shame
Dare I?
Dare I dream for a second more?
Do I implore?
Questions arise leading to second round temptation
A body long lonely trapped in an imaginary embrace
boundless eyes caught in still frame
I shudder,
Entranced,
Entangled by the enigma that had become my reflection
However it was through this looking glass I befell a recollection
This patchwork woman before me was neither clay nor stone
She stood anxious, a mess by all standards
with no logical thought my heart beat for the first time
at peace,
consumed with the goddess I had found myself to be.
About the Creator
Marilyn Mortician
We go about our lives pleasing others ignoring the words that desperately want to escape. I am a wildflower of the universe, a mother, and often described by the adjective odd. the previous influence and infect all parts of my writing.
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