The Pretty Time
By cadymae
She came to rest,
edges tucked in,
and realized that
the Pretty Time was coming around
That was never good.
People knit their stories
around their empy spool
making
a Pretty Time out of emptiness.
Adding in more colors,
painting more images
that crave eyes upon them,
building
on falseness til the Pretty Time arrives.
When all clapped
joyfully,
sufficiently distracted by the gaudy,
lacy, intricacies
binding nothing to their core.
Pretty Time was here.
The eyes burned out staring
leaving blank oval whiteness
reflecting nothing back.
The Pretty Time masks Nothing,
remember?
She takes flight, sighing,
blurring her innocent
wings in the light
of earth's sunshine. Pretty.
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Copyright 2012 cadymae
Published on Thursday, April 5, 2012.
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On Friday, April 14, 2017, carlosjackal
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The subtlety of the horror described here is mesmerising.
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On Wednesday, April 4, 2012, dwells
(4285) wrote:
MLK assassination rings true and always will for this sad time in history. Couch in words what minds will think, and history will judge the ink. I think you are demurely fabulous, cheers!