Cinderella's Alter Ego by BlindClarity, literature
Literature
Cinderella's Alter Ego
Cinderellas Alter Ego
On Thursdays,
Im a Diva.
Sky scrappers on the heels,
of my feet
Soon I see past Babylon.
The fringes of heaven.
blurred,
like fast forwarded memory
too close to the sun.
I would extend these woven arms,
burning ashen earth, as I take
lily steps.
But when I know, when I touch it
friday will chase the dawn.
Civil High
City goers
are used to,
the smell of nicotine.
Like soap
on the clean
amidst influenza and a buck.
Us southerners,
inhale the passing delicacy,
suckered into brief hints of opium.
Cause us cow milk-ers got problems to.
Amidst apple pie, and gossip.
Carolina is a woman in the morning
The wet earth,
swallows the friction
of your soles against
paved thoughts,
curved
among her figure.
Ive paced sagas
against her bosom of
open fields.
Names etched in poppies
Ill never notice,
among the sent of dogwood.
-and on daring days,
Im content to clumsily
drive up her legs.
Oil spilling train tracks
Carolina is a woman in the morning
The wet earth,
swallows the friction
of your soles against
paved thoughts,
curved
among her figure.
Ive paced sagas
against her bosom of
open fields.
Names etched in poppies
Ill never notice,
among the sent of dogwood.
-and on daring days,
Im content to clumsily
drive up her legs.
Oil spilling train tracks
Civil High
City goers
are used to,
the smell of nicotine.
Like soap
on the clean
amidst influenza and a buck.
Us southerners,
inhale the passing delicacy,
suckered into brief hints of opium.
Cause us cow milk-ers got problems to.
Amidst apple pie, and gossip.
Cinderella's Alter Ego by BlindClarity, literature
Literature
Cinderella's Alter Ego
Cinderellas Alter Ego
On Thursdays,
Im a Diva.
Sky scrappers on the heels,
of my feet
Soon I see past Babylon.
The fringes of heaven.
blurred,
like fast forwarded memory
too close to the sun.
I would extend these woven arms,
burning ashen earth, as I take
lily steps.
But when I know, when I touch it
friday will chase the dawn.