Phantom rhythms of life
conceal her passage
as she dances between
the radiance and the shadows
Silence disguises
her full moon soul
obscuring
luminous energies and vibes
Her allure drifts like
words from another room
and paints with simplicity
to comfort chaos
Her feminine essence
punished for its
nebulous fragrances
imbuing seduction
She craves malevolence
to castigate love
compelling devotion
into apathy and caprice
A weathered intuition
is now specter and angel to
her compromised heart
forever wounded
About the Creator
Laerilee
I began writing when I was young, but I had a million excuses why I never shared my creations with anyone. 30 years later I woke up with Soulmate in my mind, sharing its' first breaths with me...
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly6 days ago in Fiction
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