MS. MICHELLE
The girl finds the broken mirror lying on the ground in the
darkest abandoned place of her imagination
Mirror in hand she looks into its frigid reflection framed
with emeralds and fear
Radiant beams of sunlight curls, golden cheeks, and
cigarette smoke embrace her
it revels a sailors mouth telling the cunning lies of a pawn
man
an imagination of a broken painter, smells of old crusty
acrylics and the sap of pine tress
Curve hugging jeans and a leather jacket holding in the emotions
of a widow
Rings of bliss and joy and the fatherly smell of saw dust
fill the vacant space
Crackles of a record player, and the screams of Clare Torry
with wooden tables and refineries
burnt rice and forgotten dreams staining her $5 Pink Floyd tee
shirt
luminous snow hugging the edges of her broken family
Vodka staining the mind around and within, cradling the
feeling of abandonment
charcoal stained eyes, as she watches the ones she loved be
washed away in crystal and dirty needles.
Wow, that was amazing. I loved all of the imagery and symbolism. The way that you really described this 'Ms Michelle' was truly amazing. Thanks for letting me into your mind for a few minutes.
ReplyDeleteI remember reading this in class. I love how you used so many fragmented details to create such a vivid picture. This is really good! :)
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