A Week

Day 1 : Lust
Besotten by geisha dreams, eyes flitter in the mist,lips cold and bare,so empty,yearn for the vipers kiss.

Day 2 : Aria
Feet swing around in circles,longing for the chimes song,tunes floating in blank spaces,the oceans play along.

Day 3: Mirror
Untouched a clear reflection,eyes blank with lives to hide,Lips brown and gray with ashes,of unspoken words which died.

Day 4: Lonliness
Bored eyed, they long for company,scan empty halls in vain,fingers crawl searching windows,for a hole to let in the rain.

Day 5: Anger
Screams through angry shivers,pills escape her hold,Crash!breaks an ugly mirror,falls unconcious on the floor.

Day 6 : Wind
Sitting by a barred doorway,tingles each hair each inch,like a body trying to hold her, she backs away unconvinced.

Day 7: Happy
Body pale and covered in chalk,sitting crosslegged on the floor,drawing lines and circles excited, unable to escape its lure.

Dreams that roll like water,
a kite that floats through seas,
her weeks are crawling by,
she waits for sweet release.

Counting stars and grading shine,
so happy it'd be a sin,
to her the worlds just a story,
that hasn't quite sunk in.
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