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dVerse Quadrille #78
Cold Redux. Cold and her shadow was a mimic, watched her with summer blue eyes, like wind racing through paper flora and fauna. tonight. tonight. in this house, tonight. she has risen from waxen white into raw smallness. hers was to live in a hard blue ice. dVerse Quadrille #78 Rise
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Day 19
I Didn’t Know Her All That Well, But See that cherry red VW van up ahead? It’s the same colour as the VW campervan that a woman I knew (years ago) owned, although I didn’t know her at all well, and I can’t recall her name, but she worked as a summer season live-bait girl…
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Day 22
I wrote in pursed-lip longhand Language is not an accident. Source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews, pg 59, 66, 104-109
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Day 21
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 62-64, 82, 84-86 iBook version). You can die in a fishbowl. What a sober-faced bad idea. ©️ Misky 2019
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Day 20
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 53-55 iBook version). Asleep, I don’t really exist, All, in the arms of trust. Sleep is my normal oblivion, A sweet crawl in corners of endless black streaks. ©️ Misky 2019
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Day 19
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 47-49 iBook version). With a heart for the tarnish, and eyes for rebellion, I let go. Overwhelmed, the air was too close. Too big. ©️ Misky 2019
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Day18
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 25-31 iBook version). He was waiting. Like God. A tall tempest on tiptoes. I blinked, and we said not. We birds, perched on a clothesline. Nothing felt good in his eyes – you can’t love a cold chill, but the uneasy faces…
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Day 17
Home is my rock. My spine. A return into arms. Home is the heaviest suitcase. Found Poetry Source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews, pg 43-47
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Day 16
There was hell to pay for the kindness of sleep. That broken night. Saying good-bye to tangled light. It was a dark ride, where trees are ghosts, or parading sentinels. Found Poetry Source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews, pg 43-45
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Day 14
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 36-37 iBook version). The bitter irony of it. Like a fake parrot that thinks it something else. Something long and difficult to spell. I am disinherited. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 14 “A state or county” To follow later. Or possibly…
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