Beret Man by EC
Photosensitive streetlights flicker,
unsure whether sun is really
here again. Men moan worthless
Iloveyous at this hour. Birds rejoice
that the world is here again at this
hour. Hips swivel on steel chairs.
Receipts stroll down sidewalks.
The patter of the planet’s mantle.
Pumpkins rot in quiet. And ink slips
out of my mouth onto your
parchment chest, the patter of
the planet’s mantle.
never judge a girl by her weight
Living in the world. Longing for the desert.
Freelance artist creating custom children's illustrations.
illustrator
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Wildlife artist
Author and Book Illustrator
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Life is make believe, fantasy given form
In love with novels, journals, and spingtime
Listening to my heart, one journal step at a time.
~ Creative Journeywoman ~
