photo Francesca Woodman
at speed the air hissed
forcing my eyes back
a zombie girl
white eyed and fluttering lashes
a monster
wrapped in a false costume
of purity
and lace
will you catch my arm?
bring me to a stop?
chasing the vortex has changed me
your fingertips lay violet bruises
and my knees
roughly scrapped
tell our secret story.
KD 24/1/16
Our writers work for Magpie tales
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ouch- good take on this image.
ReplyDeleteThanks :) xx
DeleteI think bruises can tell too many secret stories...
ReplyDeleteyes i agree....
DeleteThis is just sadly beautiful:
ReplyDelete"my knees
roughly scrapped
tell our secret story."
thank you for taking the time to comment...x
DeleteOh, wow. I really like this:
ReplyDelete"chasing the vortex has changed me
your fingertips lay violet bruises"
thanks....out of control in many ways ;) xx
DeleteThe bruises from the journey can leave on bleeding internally...so sad!
ReplyDeleteAs long as we are all having fun ....
ReplyDeleteIndeed ;)
DeleteBeautifully penned ~~ bruises fade externally, internally is a different story.
ReplyDeleteyes...so true..x
Deletevery, very cool
ReplyDeleteThank you, that means a lot. x
DeleteIt is interesting how you stated "our secret story." You made sure you included the possible abuser in the secret becauae it is not only the victim's own.
ReplyDeleteYes...it takes two in most situations..xx
Deleteor realization of power..thanks for the comment x
ReplyDeleteThanks Tess
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