November 16th, 2012 at 10:25AM

Garden Statue

She is nothing.

An illusion meant to observe,

Desperately longing to be made flesh.

With haunted eyes

She sees, and covets

But with no mouth she is silent.

She cannot plead,

An immobile block of wood

Entombed in an earthly beauty.

No tear escapes.

But slides down her throat

And is cradled in her belly.

She waits for time to allow a

Transformation, to be able to blossom.

Change comes, now her Agate eyes are blind.

All that is left is the tear

A piece of eternity

In a womb, in a sphere.

(via sparrowsintheattic)

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November 14th, 2012 at 11:12AM

Vanity Mirror

Sitting before the glass,

Red lipstick in hand she waits,

Pauses for an instant

And is consumed.

The body begins to freeze

Harden. As the pearl

Spreads from her earlobes

down to her throat.

She waits, paralyzed

As the luminescence

Laces her body as ice

Patterns the window in the dawn.

Tears spring into the blue

And freeze the long lashes

Keeping the frightened orbs

Pinned open, agape.

The body is gone,

Replaced with rippling,

Gloss. Alive in its beauty,

But lost in itself. 

(via sparrowsintheattic)

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August 8th, 2012 at 12:23PM

Dream 2: Frozen in Pearl

I am alone in a dark room sitting in a hard-backed chair. In front of me lies a vanity table, littered with flower petals and with a pair of pearl earings waiting on the white-washed wood. I pick up the earings and try to put them on- but I can’t find the backings. 

I use both hands to start to search- when the pearls fasten themselves to my ears. I am not alarmed at first- and when a tube of lipstick appears infront of me I take it. As I lean closer to the mirror, lips puckered, I notice that the skin around my ear is changing. Cold dread fills me and I realize that the pearl is spreading over my body encasing me in stone. I am frozen. 

Lipstick poised I am paralyzed as the pearl glazes over my skin- down my neck, my chest, my face is last and my panicked eyes are pinned open when they too are transformed. 

I only have a glimpse of myself in the mirror- beautiful, lustrous, but frozen in time. I try to scream, and then I wake up.

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August 4th, 2012 at 1:27AM

Vanity Mirror

Sitting before the glass,

Red lipstick in hand she waits,

Pauses for an instant

And is consumed.

The body begins to freeze

Harden. As the pearl

Spreads from her earlobes

down to her throat.

She waits, paralyzed

As the luminescence

Laces her body as ice

Patterns the window in the dawn.

Tears spring into the blue

And freeze the long lashes

Keeping the frightened orbs

Pinned open, agape.

The body is gone,

Replaced with rippling,

Gloss. Alive in its beauty,

But lost in itself. 

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August 4th, 2012 at 1:21AM

Ink

Here

Wait

Slowly inhale,

Embrace the silence.

Roll it between your fingertips.

A tangible medium, clay on the potters wheel.

Smell the cool earth, feel the film of water over dust

Now

Create.

Bend and shape the palpable nothing, hold it.

Don’t let it slip away.

Wield the stillness.

Breathe in.

Exhale.

There.

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August 4th, 2012 at 1:15AM

Garden Statue

She is nothing.

An illusion meant to observe,

Desperately longing to be made flesh.

With haunted eyes

She sees, and covets

But with no mouth she is silent.

She cannot plead,

An immobile block of wood

Entombed in an earthly beauty.

No tear escapes.

But slides down her throat

And is cradled in her belly.

She waits for time to allow a

Transformation, to be able to blossom.

Change comes, now her Agate eyes are blind.

All that is left is the tear

A piece of eternity

In a womb, in a sphere.

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