This is Objectification
Sapphires encrusted into
Porcelain rivers, outlined
By long dark flowers.
All imprinted upon an
Angel's mask.
Light brown silk sprouts
Off the top of a Garden
Of Eden, and cascades
Down the horizon, resting
Just above the hills upon
The ivory canvas.
A canvas that stretches
Around a petite figure
Compromised of comfortable
Valleys with an ever
So smooth texture and an
Electrifying spark when
Grazed by fingertips.
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I write mediocre and cliché poems. I like to read and write when time permits, and I like music a lot. There's security in numbers, but there's a war of ideas in literature that has the power to make change, and that's scary.
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