Repressing a Childhood

 

childhood

Repressing Childhood

Chasing pastels trying to make the most of today before it slips into yesterday. Darkness is riding my ass. One less day becomes one less day wanting to remember the names of a lovely pastel. And one more night, bearing its shadows is one less night of subduing shadows. Then, as night finally slips into yesterday, and dawn makes her debut into a palette of pastels I can live with, I press them one by one in between the pages of my journal.

preservation
the unconscious mind
dried flowers

 

©2017 All Rights Reserved – Sheri L. Prielipp-Falzone

 

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