lives in a molten place
heartburn infests
her innards
her skin is new and
bright like white-slate
paper
doorways open
scars on her fingers
swell, reek red
face ruddy, black-pored
wrinkle-ridden
snakes spiral
up her legs sexy
she steps
into the night
breasts droop
stretch like balloon
animals
she scratches with
remnants of fingernails
is taut
is tired
her eyes dance
she feels the veins
on her neck
caresses them
with nimble fingers
puts the fire out with her
arms
embraces what's
next
(I guess this blog has become just as much of a need as my have-to's)
5 comments:
I like this very much Holly....well done.
thank you Jo...it's more inspiration from Herman Hesse...what a writer!
excellent holly, the visual creeps up on being surreal, yet I can cleary see this mishappen woman.
glad the need is there
I like this one, too. And a great concept...layers. So many good lines here. I agree with Cynthia about the surreal, and yes...she can be visualized quite well. I'm also glad you're here when you can be:)
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