
She wears her poetry in her hair,
and her bare stocking feet.
Blue nicotine stained nails
show her terminal habit;
cold cobalt bitten lips
where pen has split,
bleeds into her skin,
just as her words,
bleed through,
her muse.
© Kate 10.04.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo courtesy of Photopin


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