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