September 2010
5 posts
“The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold, the shape of your...”
– Oscar Wilde The Picture of Dorian Gray
My deranged logic
Esther the always dreamy girl Made only of thoughts Lives in the shipwreck of her mind Alone on the cold
Entangling old ghosts Whispering sorrows through her eyes Lies under the debris of the souls That thought to be save from fate
Rachel’s reflection caresses the stones Old lies and fireflies are soon wrapped By her breathless beauty of a goddess Giving heaven a reason to be
Slicing...
