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I paint a face of white on me facial canvas and dress it with fears and smudged tears, an ill acidic blue, along the corners of the wrinkle eyes of mine. Simply watching it pour like trickles of rain drowning drenchingly bit by bit my lips ,chin and shoulders while clamping the heart to a full arrest with no breath even in my soul. I’ve become A hallow. |
Mmm hate that idea, of drowning infront of millions. Imagine the horror in your eyes if it actually happened. I know I'm supposed to be critiqueing but I really don't know what to say. It sounds like someone who's doing the trick but it's rather inconclusive... o.o unless I don't know what I'm talking about. At all.| Posted on 2007-01-20 00:00:00 | by Mieko | [ Reply to This ] | |