Her eyes would swell and decompress

Like a balloon left at the mercy of a bored rascal 

She was choked up till her throat 

But there was no way to let it out.

The day moon turned red 

Was the day the whole world looked at it

She had to go on

As subtly as possible

Quietly shedding her skin

Creeping through the poisonous bushes.


Image by Annie Spratt

Stripes of Gold

“Come! Take a little chaos from my beautiful destruction and have a taste of my poison paradise.”

Zyn Del Mar

Take a peek at this insanely amazing little wizard’s blog.


Picture Prompt: Peek