Summer Wakes in a Room of Mirrors She slips in sideways— through a crack in the curtain, all...

Summer Wakes in a Room of Mirrors

She slips in sideways— through a crack in the curtain, all elbows and eyelashes, smelling of nettles and nectarines. The clocks forget themselves. Time hangs like a wasp in a jar. Barefoot, she tiptoes over the backs of foxes and leaves teardrops i...

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wildfl0wer · 41-45, F

Beautifully written. Free verse poetry is quite the craft, so kudos for your skill.💫

GreenTradition2535 · 26-30, M

Are you sure you are just a moth? With the strong reverance for nature I wouldn't be surprised if you turned out to be a fae
(are moths secretely fae creatures?)

Alice2014 · 41-45, F

@oldguy73 do you leave negative comments about people’s creativity to make up for something lacking in your own life?