Wind whispers across their shoulders, warming bare skin.
Material cascades down slim bodied form as they sway against tides.
Tides of spraying water, effortless falling from above.
Each droplet caught in clothing surrounding her.
Caught in rivets, in the crevices, lakes of warming liquid begin to drain,
down her back, between her shoulder blades.
Reaching to wipe irritant away, she stumbles.
In to the coaxing holes past before her.
Trembling, it cries as waves of distress cause fountains of water
to drown it.
Till all becomes frozen. Still within the moment of time.
To prevent her from falling.
Petrified chitin overtakes skin, sprouting fresh forms within
original.
Sun sets, rises yet pockets of still stagnant water remains.
Where she once stood, where it now huddles, waiting.
Where she once wakes, opens its eyes to sway, to bloom,
to die.
stop doubting yourself, its brilliant
ReplyDeleteYeah you shouldn't doubt yourself. At least you can come up with stuff like this. My imagination died off years ago :)
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