Member-only story
internal self care mirrors
the sweet escape
whispered side-notes to the reader
Author's Note:
Here you will experience an aha moment,
that metaphorical, innocent exploration,
structured around the rhythm of music and
the creative flow. So, join my atmosphere.
My mood denotes Bohemian Whispers and
a persistent Poetic Frisson. The dosage
comes with Coco. Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi🌿
out of nowhere, some tagged me, — “poetess”.
[like you, i smiled too], [trenchantly arrogant],
telling ’em (i’m a whisper with its own volume),
i’m a sweet escape felt at some rococo degrees.[didn’t correct ‘em], i let their faux pas beliefs
slip lento through my fingers, choosing to pen ‘em
with the words of my soul’s language, having
as a proofreader the whispers of my emotions.texts got molded in tints of my eyes’ dialect,
rhyming with an interrogative laugh, deeply
and artfully aimed at my spectral thoughts
with crystalline sounds like some infant’s sin.my DNA, like graphene has defined for me
how to love… [to love you…] [to love stuff…],
[which must be done as much as necessary,
gradually and sufficiently to not get injured].…because⋯
out of nowhere, someone tagged me, “poetess”.
[like you, i smiled…
