'Fairytales are in my head and in my head they start
to tell you bout the deepest thoughts that live inside my heart.'
- Alice Deejay

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Upside Down

A kaleidoscope's cuts of colored glass fall into indescribable patterns.

She has a strange placement of things - where expected a patch to fix instead is a hat worn to catch
the oddities

blowing about as they fall from the holes in her ceiling


spun-fine linen and bottled scented secrets - worn at random upon her whim - lying across her bed

she sleeps


as if feathers are but floating upon her wings and not the ceiling crashing debris

remains of accuracy - quite great I'm afraid - these bits of unwise mistakes

from the bullets she shot straight through her security when she aimed perfectly

however my perception is a bit askew for I am just looking through this slew of the many holes in her ceiling


-Christine Kincer


Anonymous said...

Very nice. Keep up the great work.
Still enjoy reading the Thoughts you put on paper.

wrytr1 said...

Thank you, Me :)