She steels her mind,
forcing open her panic room and filling
it with bickering and silent tears.
She is a tissue paper silhouette
fighting the tears threatening
to reduce her being to nothing
more then coloured pulp.
She is -un-becoming. -un-wanted.
She tears her heart,
cutting away the pretty ribbon and
filling it with loneliness and words that
burn like supernovas.
She is a sequined mask
hiding, protecting herself from
memories that threaten to expose
butter-milk skin and corn flour eyes.
She is -im-perfect. -im-possible.
She closes her eyes and pushes past
the walls, filling her soul with
black-winged butterflies and fairy dust.
She is too old to wish upon a star.
Author notes
Colour me shutter-tone deaf.
option 5.
A contest entry
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Comments
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This is just so powerful and emotional.
Particularly loved the imagery of the "tissue paper silhouette ".
Superb piece
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