Her bones rattled as she walked, like chain mail armour; a symphony, a battle cry, a song. she walked bare foot and care free, pain was not an enemy, suffering was a choice. Blindfolded. Touching, smelling and tasting through life; only drinking from the well of herself. Flowers placed at her feet as if she died but never did, daisy chains wrapped round her ankles as she walks.

Words by stef lai
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Written on 2020-11-24 at 12:51

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I like the descriptions and that they are made to suggest more than they do on the surface.