Wednesday, January 05, 2011


hair pulled tight
and dress clean laced
innocence in her lips
the world tasted foreign

with eyes full of fear
and wonder
deep bags in her eyes
the red hints in her cheeks
from the open window
and a cross
adjoined on both sides
by her collar bones

unaware of the aether
that seeped out of her skin
and affixed naive minds
the love of so many
boys at heart


As inspired by Priscilla's sketch. It's from a while back, but I was going through some of my earlier posts and I wrote a poem inspired by the sketch right before this one.

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