Flat against the floor,
Her skin is wallpaper flowers.
Gently aging time
And painted lips.
The dust settles
Softly, around the portrait.
Her skin is wallpaper flowers.
Gently aging time
And painted lips.
The dust settles
Softly, around the portrait.
posted by Stephanie at
11:27 PM
1 Comments:
I'm really loving all of these little tidbits of intense imagery.
Sometimes I wish I could get inside your brain.
I think, it would be one of those beautifully twisted sort of things. With such an immense understanding of reality, dipping it's toes in the ocean of surreal. A horrific looking picture book with perfectly painted words of comfort. Where the unimaginable is real. Sort of like a fairy tale.
I wish I could borrow your brain, sometimes.
I love you. <3
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