spill

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

hot and cold and hand to hold

light like a paperbag she was floating through life, and even though she was in the air she never stopped to take a breath.

 

she heard all the songs but she never listened.

 

she danced all night without ever even moving.

 

and she created beautiful pieces of art and carelessly gave them away because he gave her a smile in return.

 

and when he spilled his ink over the freshly painted canvas, all she did was shrug because at least HE spilled it.

 

all curled up. rips in all edges and yet somehow still useful for something.

 


Submitted: November 23, 2021

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JE Falcon aka JEF

Wow, descriptive in such deceptive ways. This is one I'll have to digest, then return for a second helping. --- Thanks!

Wed, November 24th, 2021 2:31am

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