(a shadorma)
..
She is a
stranger in her own
skin, an un
-quiet storm
strangled by the breath of dawn.
Her pulse is spilled moon.
.
I’m feeling a little ethereal today.
Prompted by A Prompt Each Day.
(a shadorma)
..
She is a
stranger in her own
skin, an un
-quiet storm
strangled by the breath of dawn.
Her pulse is spilled moon.
.
I’m feeling a little ethereal today.
Prompted by A Prompt Each Day.
Wow! That is amazing! I love the way you broke the lines and that last image just blew me away!
Love, love that last line!
Well, this could be about Caitlin, but dare I bring that up? It kind of fits! I, too, love the last line.
Shadows Girls are the best.
So very beautifully crafted….. Her pulse is spilled mood… What a fantastic image..
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Wow!!!
Yeah. sometimes, one does feel like a stranger even in one’s skin.
Its very strange to feel like a stranger in one’s own skin. Beautifully and convincingly written
This is definitely ethereal…..extremely gorgeous.
nice one
thanks for dropping in to read mine
much love…
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‘Her pulse is spilled moon.’ I read that line several times. I find it stunning, De.