Friday 24th May 2013,
Undercrimsonmoon

Freedom of Speech

Lauren Cowell March 13, 2012 Lauren's Corner, Lauren's Poetry No Comments

A violent caress from the tip of your tongue. An erratic scribble; a silent plea, an excruciating urge. Cruel and unforgiving.

Flung aside. An angry dismissal, tumbling and flailing, flailing and tumbling.

A sliver of silver destroying the pocket of freedom blazing above.

Remaining light disperses, burying itself in the corners of my vinyl cell.

OH to be discarded into the cramped emptiness of eternal shadows!

Myriad, misty, murky tears encourage me to plummet toward the not-so-distant realm of finality.

The liquid of life; insolent, indigo ink, ebbing and fading.

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L. Flower child. Bookish. Poster girl for cupboard love. Aspiring writer. Cat lover. Creative services at SKY. Smells of feelings, such as happiness.

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