Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

she came in the room
dress torn and frayed
laughing like a hyena

she had the blues


she was slurring her words
blowing bubbles
she was lost
again
she came towards the edge
looked over
walked away
turned around
ran
and she looked over the edge and smiled and she flew =
down to the ocean below
so blue

Keen eyed poem. Tragic or no? good work.

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