a slanting, shivering bullet - husks stilled as it slices through air- ignites eight pink embers and the spirit explodes. the trio is down to two. tear, stitch, repeat until the familiar resembles newness. carnations spread over granite steps mark the path Marched by A few while the road tread by many lies well worn. but to achieve sustainability, perhaps look elsewhere. under the new façade when words sound the same, even the show, the flowers, cut deep. and unmoving inside, a restless playfulness, the seed grows. related pieces: gun violence { original pieces by Chelsea } Comments are closed.
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