She stares blankly at me as I assess her.
There is a white glow behind her. She resembles an angel.
Parted down the middle, the shiny, black smudge of hair atop her head
Glistens with the thoughts she hides behind her monolid,
ash colored eyes. She resembles Hades.
Her eyelashes are short, visible, and powerful.
Without blinking, she bats away all competitors.
She challenges me. She stares at me with clean contempt.
Her eyebrows arch oddly, the proportions off
But still beautifully assymetrical.
Her nose runs down her face in a short, bulbous fashion.
She resembles her mother.
Her high cheekbones, swaddled in skin of blacks, whites, and greys, fade away from her nostrils is a smooth
Almost flawless motion.
Her lips are small, but not pursed.
They are as blank as her stare.
She resembles her father.
Her face goes downwards into a soft roll,
The sides of her face gently curving into the formation of a chin.
Her hair reaches down her back. It’s cascades down in long, acrylic strands.
Her neck is partially covered by her hair.
The part that does show is fair,
Pale even,
And it resembles the complexion of her people.
The farther you go, the fairer she gets until you hit the
Collar.
It’s a folded collar, like the one I wore in
Elementary School.
The shirt itself is a mirage of greys, each one slightly different.
She stared blankly at me as I assess her.
She is hoisted onto paper and cardboard,
Frozen in time, sentenced to never
Speak a word again.
Yet, she seems to speak to me,
As clear as black and white.
This piece was required for a Intro to Poetry, but I really like it. I don’t know. It’s pretty messy right now but I have to clean it up anyways sooooooo, might as well kill 2 birds with one stone.
this is SUCH a good piece !! very descriptive and VIVID- wow!
I love, love, love this piece. One of my favorites by you!