My glasses are my mask.
From Clark to cape.
Oozing inferred intelligence
and feminine independence.
They outline my world
in black lines.
Focused and assertive
in a clear costume.
Looking straight ahead,
I've never felt so tall.
Liberated.
I'm fine alone.

I walk away from the mess ( Read more... )

Hell fire and brimstone ( Read more... )

I love to watch it slip down the glass.
A few warm strays cloud my eyes.
Head back, as though waiting for
divine intervention.
And I who stand in the midst of
this passion,
feel nothing but transparent to you.

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It's so cold in the snow ( Read more... )

Ouch. It's almost like a pain ( Read more... )

I'm sinking again ( Read more... )

The string jerks her head ( Read more... )

I have this one friend ( Read more... )