It's Still Life

Tunnel Vision

Stood there, pitied not,
before a mirror,
a body that’s escaped memory.

Blind lips.
A kiss pressed with fire.

Never trapped,
but let lose to burn
amongst glass stars.

It’s been far too long since I played with Brenda’s Sunday Whirl. Happy to be back for this one. Sunday Wordle #628 a dozen words: stars, glass, fire, trapped, lose, tunnel, pitied, pressed, escape, body, lips, blind. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.