I think I finally have the chance
I think I finally possess the guts
& I’m finally mourning not just
for a girl who left on a Greyhound bus
I’m mourning for a woman
martyr like Icarus
[who]
defied Daedalus & flew
too close to the
Goddamn / sun
burning up the last bits
[If there were ever any before
or since]
of her innocence
In that mottled
decaying
D is so ci at I n g¿
Process___________
what’s left is this itty
bitty chrysalis
with this fragile-winged
butterfly in it
& no one fucking knew____
when it finally sp/lit
its soul was holographic
–LM
♥️
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Gorgeous raw descriptions here! ❤
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🖤🖤
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Sublime images and metaphors here Lauren.
“martyr like Icarus who defied Daedalus”
and
“decaying D is so ci at I n g¿
Process___________” that’s beautiful and original.
Deciphering your D is so ci at I n g¿ was delightful😜
Once again, the interplay of form and message is fluid and enjoyable.
thanks for that great read👏. pretty inspiring.
🙏
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Thank you Didier, I am honored 💕
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You are most welcome,😃 I love it!🙏
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