Whimsical Games

Whimsical Games

A Poem by Nicole Currie

 

A body of glass,
Beautifully blown with gentle hands.
A pensive nature gassing them,
Drunk and drowsy.
Stumbling, rambling, twitching like fiery fiends,
Eager to submit.
Yet a life coiled in silk, of blood red,
Was unfurled with careless fingers and prying minds.

© 2009 Nicole Currie


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Added on June 26, 2009