What color was the sky today? I saw white and faded vermilion. Those were my my walls. I've sort of memorized them. Crawling up to close themselves and drown out reality. And in some astral vertigo, I am scrambling to find my way.
Tomorrow I go. And I'll be up to greet the timid sun, as it dares to peer over the edge of the world and bleed itself into the crevices of me. Tracing every contour like a lover discovering the secrets of my silhouette. And I will embrace it. For a lover so true would be born every morning in just this way.
I'll go. And I know this unwritten dance will flourish and paint in water colour, the picture that everyone else wants so deeply to see, and the story that I so honestly believe will come true.
Right now, the stars are twinkling in absolute time. My colloquial athanasia. My mémoires éternelles. I am ready to go. And I am ready to meet her. And under the stars, I'll find my way.
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I am good. So good-at making things known. I can communicate an idea with unparalleled fidelity to the most uncongenial of audiences. I will make you a list. And it will detail with expert specificity, all you need from me. I will write you a report. You will know everything. I can do this. For you.
By Sabrina Lilith Black3 years ago in Poets
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