Once in awhile
Life is so lifeless until you put a peony in a vase
Somedays its green –
The apple she saw this morning was –
Moving restlessly in her sleep till she
Quakes and vomits inside her mouth
Don’t move he said
Looking at her
She was just as picture perfect as someone could even begin to see
Don’t move
Flashes emit towards her face relentlessly
Making her shine.
Somedays its blue –
Like the blue bottle sitting on the edge of her counter
That has never even once thought to move
So,
Move is what it does not do
Instead it sits there
Like someone made it
Sit there
Memories allude inside of her pretty little head
They seek out the scary nonchalantly
This is her reality
Somedays its pink
Pink like the vase – its sits there, in the corner, of the shelf ,inside her home – she calls her box
Fortunately this vase moves
As she picks it up once in awhile
She likes to place peonies in the pink vase that moves once in awhile
About the Creator
Aubrie Belle
A writer who excels in the overwhelming. My overwhelming is, LIFE. Poetry is an attribute to my life, so have it take affect in yours too.
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