Sitting so little is
so.  this little
would-be bride in
a kind of cellophane
black candy dress
like misery reaching
it’s hand tearing fine
garments of feelings
I am becoming millions
of broken shards of
eyes that find me
so disgusting
blue windows and pink rooftops,
dirt, sunrises, sewage ditches

and the petals of
picked dying flowers
upon my refrigerator
my eyes still blind
from prehistoric light
while the screams and
moans of assaulting life
rant through Gotham

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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