Sunday, September 15, 2013

09-14 The House Where Sunshine Lives

ballerina in blonde,
twirling slowly,
caught,
in a perpetually,
growing house,
of wood and words,
flirting,
dragon eyes,
lazily,
flexing white flesh,
tapping claws,
spinning the glass between,
the skeleton ridges,
of her back,
in a gilded, tilting, mirror,


lost.
collect-
leaf.






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