Carie Johnson
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Hoping to inspire others through my writing
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Parting Gift
Parting Gift By: Carie Johnson Dusk deems the cityscape elusive, mottled and unknowable. I walk through tunnels of foreign conversations and streetlights boasting marble and steel. The lights fold into greys smitten with speckles of gold and jasper. My shoes fleeting beneath me astute and alight. I drag a comb through the city until the thoughts of men before me fall at my wonderment. Architecture, rusting archaic tells the tale of industrial pining. And I a cellist meet a fate so strung out. It’s my twenty eighth birthday and blown is the candle of my youth. I breathe in deeply the pixelated reeking of my conundrum. A stray cat stares at me as I turn the corner. Wearily, I blink until the city is gone.
By Carie Johnson3 years ago in Psyche