Teal skies peeling off their skin
Their mouth is dripping with diamonds
They smell like paradise under the yellow sun
The chair is paper, it crumbles beneath my weight
My hair tastes of wood
Orange juice splattered across the counter
A broken hand caressing the flower vase
The floor is water and I slip
I slip until my legs turn into a pair of boats
Land comes to me and I can’t walk anymore
The moon cuts the lightening with her laughter
She is the color of your pale lover tonight
A tangerine suitcase of your vulnerabilities,
I unpack it and your image is complete.
-Nameera.
Beautiful images, pretty well woven! 🙂
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Thank you so much, sir! Means a lot coming from you.
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A broken hand caressing the flower vase
The floor is water and I slip
I slip until my legs turn into a pair of boats
Land comes to me and I can’t walk anymore
These lines OMFG!!! You’re awesome ❤
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Thanks a ton, I’m so happy to hear that!!
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Beautiful, Nameera! Writing community is blessed to have you :’)
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Thank you so much, Amartya! This means the world to me :”)
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