• Ashima S

Day 5. The View from up here



The halo shines iridescent

Above my head

Once gleaming purple

Once pink

Then silver


Through the translucent green

I can see

How it incarcerates me


My skin of porcelain

Is wrapped in silk

Pastel

Pink, ironed

it mustn’t have a crease


I twirl gently,

Gracefully,

Round the pole

Past the

Cumulus


Neon

Lights reflecting

Off my manicured nails


They scream privilege.

 

Escapril – writing everyday in April. It is probably fictional, unedited, raw feelings. Perhaps you can feel them with me.


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