Unfurled
in a billowing bloom,
her iris
blossoms
on a mystic wave.
Tattooed like magic
tears pierce skin
and waves gush
Aquarian ink.
Curiosity;
born on water
and rained
in whimsical airs
of intellectual mystique.
She,
who ponders infinity
with the depths
of an ocean
floating
behind an all discerning eye.
Yet,
to look
in a mirror
yields an enigma
that no depth
can fathom.
Author notes
Prompt: Pic gifted to me by Dienush
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Comments
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I think the choppiness worked. The ending worked for me - completely like. I know the feeling too well. Some people say that when you look good, you'll feel good.. I dont find it working that way.
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ehhhh... The lines were kinda choppy, but I really like what you have going here.
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