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Scars
The scars outside Are nothing compared to those on the inside The ones we use lies to hide Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Amuse-Bouche
A play on words: (Curtains! Cue vocals)! Breathless strides stream an array of minds. The entr'acte heeds present times. The Second Act speaks of Expressionism. A circus theatre draped in stripes. Emotions in waiting set the stage. Its shape: a shameless polygon! Backstage: the proem, (create suspense)! A coyish tongue beckons gifted rights to freedom of speech. Its monologue sways neither without proper form nor whatnots. Words of attribute purr scented furs via auditory whiffs spelling a kiss. A rose petalled row in a curtsy and a bow. Lastly, a hint of voweled pheromones in a standing ovation. Forever lost in applauding hearts. FIN. "Encore!" A fool's chant. (Curtains)!
By Nathalie C.M. Sabbagh5 months ago in Poets