..
she dreams in spiraled clouds, candy spun
of nothing-dreams. she seems a wayward
soul, a lost girl in dragon skin. she’s begin
-ning to believe in something, anything, this
thing that is her own dark soul. she knows
the world’s got claws, and skin. she looks
up, watches gravity break its own small
law: turns out, it’s not all coming back again.
..
Prompted by Miz Q, day 24.
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There is so much joy in getting lost in your yummy words and images. You write in a language all your lovely own
Thank you, Debi. What a generous, beautiful comment.
You’re a magician.
Weaving words and images in a gorgeous spiral.
Reminds me of a Science Fiction Fantasy Movie…
But one can only hope that the dragon can find and fill out her own skin 😉