|a charcoal piece for art class|
SweaterYour teeth came outSweater by PassionA
Against skin, bare.
Pinned behind finger tips,
Trapped within your stare.
Requests are now commands
I know what comes next...
Keeping secret like the tears
Left to contain.
I let my words gurgle
And my tears flood the drain.
Scrub myself clean,
But you're still here
With the bruises in my skin...
Step out the shower
And curse the mirror.
I scream so loud,
I can shake my interior.
Lotion myself up,
Perfume, here and thin.
Don my clothes with the sweater
That you left me in.
glass edgethis fragile glass edged feelingglass edge by AvianHartridge
a pressure like a blades edge
hard enough to warn but not wound
the vertigo that a word or look can bring
pinpricks at the corners of my eyes
of aches and regrets long buried
pushing through the shifting sand
that was once unbreakable stone
this fragile glass edged feeling
|things I run into and love.|
Why hello there! I'm PassionA. I'm a violinist, poet, song wirter, artist, actress, and a friend to many! |
I'm here to improve and expose myself to many different types of art and people.
It'll be a fun time.....so...
Love you DA!!!