Mist crept over the headstones that filled her mouth,
coating the dead languages she kept buried there.
She bathed in vanilla words borrowed from a lover,
but secrets have a way of contaminating porcelain skin.
December offered comfort like ice offers warmth to neighbors,
but she neglected the nightfall in its soliloquy.
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C. Brown has a love for dogs, poetry, science fiction, and travel, in that order. She self-published her first book, I Created Galaxies for You, in 2016. She blogs frequently at www.breathingthewords.com and has an active Twitter account at @WriteCBrown. At any given time, she has at least two writing projects in the works.
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Some interesting metaphors here. Especially this one:
“She bathed in vanilla words borrowed from a lover,
but secrets have a way of contaminating porcelain skin.”
I can’t wait to read more of your work! 🙂
I really appreciate the great feedback. Thanks so much!