Bitter truths lie scattered Red-bottom stilettos pause Tectoni loafers advance, Grating the grain— Oak laths echo retreating beats Dime-store Hush Puppies shift Folded clubs thrust forward Pacing fury lunges— Deflected, not denied. Loaded vinyl absorbs the crash Staccato rests at entry Subliminal glares speak Held in sharp contempt— Dismissed without distinction. Raw beams mimic grit in retreat Platinum circles weigh heavy Forged in unspoken trust Shielded in abundance Duty sealed in diamond coffers— Crafted mahogany closes silence
About the Creator
Ms Jade
Ms Jade writes by listening inward — where stories wait beneath the surface.
Some things you’re told to follow. Some things you have to feel out for yourself. I write in between— learning as I go.
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