Gather up the lost and found.
Lean in and listen.
Use pretty handwriting while writhing beneath skin.
Sentimental to touch and breath
She sees deep and
digs up the dark.
Truth-slayer, tattered and torn.
Snagged on a barb to blow in the wind-
A momentary pause does not indicate permanence.
Uneasy- treading time, not leaving much of a trail.
Breadcrumbs become fodder for the sorrows and the
Light bleeds between the lines.
Model: S Nia
Location: Shenandoahs, Virginia
All natural light, with a made on-the-spot ripped up t-shirt (you didn't want that back, Phil?)
More of Miss Nia will be posted to my facebook and tumblr!
The season to weep bears no fruit.
Boxcars blast by selecting the
frame-by-frame of a dreary horizon.
Fallow Fertility- what was bred is bad.
Better believe you hold your hands
too close to the Fire.
Barriers, fences, all to
alleviate your eyes of recognition of
Fault and Fear of Forever.
Release the wrong which lives a life of luxury-
Lingering in lies, lost in an intricately interlaced
architecture of your own construction.