And the poem for day 14.
Along wavering lines
slither shimmering signs of woe
draped in soft indigo
and bleeding in a row, your hurts
A universe inverts,
as cobalt emotion spurts pale lies
against spacious dead eyes,
your societal guise confines
A. F. Stewart 2019 All Rights Reserved
Join my monthly newsletter for announcements on events and book releases and a giveaway/book deals mailout: http://eepurl.com/OGrTT
New subscribers receive free ebooks in the first introductory email.
The information you submit will only be used by A. F. Stewart to send out her newsletter through Mailchimp services (for more on their privacy policies please check out their website). You may unsubscribe at any time.