venusA Poem by Dana Alsamsama girl that interested me on the train. an attempt to combat writer's block.
pale and close to a miracle
her inhales consist of silk and she can't help that her body looks like a question mark. feeling at home in the florescence as the train nears morton grove she drifts to the sliding doors, blending in with the metal as pieces of her flesh wick away against the rubber chair like pearls falling from an evening dress. she is transparent. reality seeps into her windows like a plum ink blot the shape of chicago exposing the stained glass words engraved in her skin. she would speak, but she only knows varying degrees of poetry. through my aperture she is venus exposed and i am too opaque.
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StatsAuthorDana AlsamsamChicago, ILAbout"my brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness." i dance, write and play violin. i'm studying english and training in dance in chicago. i like spooky things, red lipstick, caffeine, punk/indi.. more..Writing
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