New Zealand

"Let the world shine through you and throw the prism light, white hot, onto paper."


April 5, 2016

PROMPT: Time Traveler

The room was dripping with the scent
of red lipstick and satin,
and figures waltzed
through the cigarette smog.

She suited the harshness.
The synthetic tones of darkness
tainted by the urban glow,
and light through champagne glasses.

This place was far from home.
It was loud, and the floor where she stood
was littered with the aftermath of human nature.
Destruction. And life.

She was the rose 
that refused to be strangled
by the weeds that grew there.
She was. No more.


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