Treasure Island

Aria Siren


Gossamer


Lovely I am not
I am terribly fractured
My laughter got me lost
Eternally confused
Betwixt goddess and muse
Too heavy to float celestial
Too worried to float free
I am left
With a blunt dagger
To reflect me
I am the goddess of windows
A muse of transperancy
With a fluttering glass chest
Pumping with obscenity
My heart open for doves
and Vultures
to see.
Fragile
Fractued
Flimsy.
B
r< br>e
a
k
Me
And I pour through the cracks
Into a steamy puddle
Of indiscretion
With no gods to save me
And no artists to take me

Submitted: Saturday, September 14, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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  • Sandy Player (11/25/2013 11:20:00 AM)

    I like this. I like the word goddess. I like that it has a riddle feel. I like the stress it gave me reading all the contrasting similarities the first time round. I like it. Goddess. I like it. (Report) Reply

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