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I Express Myself Through Writing



Between the tall rows of corn

Rustling stalks sway in unison

A hiding place where time is still

Yearning for a past where she could begin anew

Wind caresses her face and dances through her hair

A place that used to calm, yet now impounds

The moment of existence is not enough between the wake of the past and darkened path to the future

Her internment

The cell door is open, yet she remains, fearing the wrath of her escape

Tears leave trails down her dusty cheeks

Shimmering streaks migrate down her form as the sun descends, peeking through the restless, opaque stalks

Even as the blanket of stars descends upon her



She remains...unable to flee
MayaHope · 41-45, F
Another ache of a read.

At least it sounds like she has created/ you have written her a beautiful hiding place within her cage.
SW-User
@MayaHope. Exactly🙂
SailingSlow · 61-69, M
oooh - this sounds very sensually scary - and with great picture
SW-User
@SailingSlow Thanks for the read.
Children of the corn vibe for you? 😀

 
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