Enice
Enice
Trees collapsing down webbed branches ingrained traces of you passing faces paused muffled by the grey fog covering such destruction enice pulled down the cable wires and sowed the heavy grey dough like clouds together into tiny fenced pockets carried through time hidden in a dark tangled paradox a myth lives on in history sealing it's dark lustful moist lips tempted by fate. Enice was a distasteful passer by a lover of destruction carried by her failing crossed over wings the winds pick up a wispfull throught the wires trip my fears again around a problematic feeling pulling out the very zest from the ground oily polluted tangled in a erupted seal a life dead blowing through the dark webbed inforced structures of time what peace their was sadly eloped the day light it was blown around by paper birds fighting for the last scraps of bread they fold up looking onwards pausing through this prismed strand of light engulfed by that beauty that died out in the iron age it captured my traveling telophic mind somewhere far where the zest smelt fresh on my skin and eloped the stained sunlight was a shattered memory of a paused lover going by the dark dustful eyes captured your caped shell disappearing in a passing figure of today.
Copyright © Michelle Palmer | Year Posted 2022
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