.:Her Tired Face Is Whirring:.

[CHiLD-0F-THE-BEAT]

.:Her Tired Face Is Whirring:.

The skin folds soft
Over her aching brow
Shining in pools
Of flourescent light

Heavy beams
Of tired thought
Standing strong against
The tide of her time.

Greyed withered smiles
Are fraying their edges
Pasted on angles
To reflect in her light.

Gentle hands touch
And pull at her inseams
Clumsy hands wander
The dead of her night.

 

[katmeow]

Heavy beams
Of tired thought
Standing strong against
The tide of her time.

I liked this one, particularly that section. Nice descriptive work.

 

[RareForm]

^i favored that part also...

nice write yet again COTB!

 

[skjalff]

I think you have a way with pretty imagery in this and some of your other works, very translucent and soft, me likes alot :D



skjalff