Lost // Found

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.

Trash-Cart Soothsayer
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!
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(Cinnamon Sticks and Frosted Lips)

Digital dictation isn't fair enough as I fumble for pencil and paper, to record fledgling breaths of anticipation and agony. Not of this time, staggering souls slide into syncopation, slipping out through tunnels and rabbit-holes. Frolic young ones, flee like the rabbit on the first frostbitten hemlock, nuzzle and kneel close to the ground for her hidden messages.

Through the forest, rear window, birds eye view. Swallowing the sleepy buildings like sugarcane-kissed strawberries. States slip by beneath in a linear involuntary manner. Power lines prophesize permanence and destination. Day blends to night tastes like cinnamon sticks and frosted lips.