Open books serenely scattered like stones
across a marble floor.
Faded spines, moth wings glide,
Ancient tales broken free from destiny
to brave their own adventure.
She is an aura of uncertainty –
The light peeking through the curtain.
An ivory linen weightless
without promises of privacy.
Its skin caught in a zephyr;
it turns in flawless sequence
forbidding you to catch a glimpse.
Is it protective? Or is it petty
that it blocks her from your line of sight?
Her eyes are celestial
and the curtain is moonstruck.
It swells like the ocean on her command,
and swallows her whole.
About the Creator
Rae Janney
A Behavioral Neuroscience major with a passion for writing. My predominant writing style is surreal poetry, and most of my pieces touch upon mental health- TW included. My goal with my writing to end the stigma of mental illness.
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