Worldly Winds


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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