Chrysalis

January 1, 2015 § Leave a comment

One of the few gifts you gave me

Was a soft mantle made of cloud.

Silver,

The colour of liars and thieves

Who never know gold when they hold it.

I had to learn to break from it

To hold gold myself.

Checklist for Innocence

March 19, 2014 § Leave a comment

Crowned in bows
those cascading curls
and flirty skirts
delicate flowers
and a hint of shimmer
with a star around the neck
to reclaim happiness
from a time I am too strong for now.

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