It's Still Life

In an Eye’s Wink

Life holds frail threads here,
hidden dust and baroque airs,
and she struts across the stage,
this mistress of rubble worlds.
Her head’s blurred air, her siren
songs unleashes on crowds.
They hold their cacophonies
under breath. And this place
will fall like a house of cards.

Written for RDP “Risqué“. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney