Plastic Mary Sitting among white static A portrait of the oldest plastic Young Mary Magdalene Feeling fine with her so-called crimes Her mind dressed to the nines Leaving behind her old tattered prayer The Seven demons in her hair Pulling out the truth and lies As her soul slips side to side Reading washed up scrolls from ancient tides Wayward she roams through the desert sand Alone in thought, she takes her only stand Above the stories that always change […]
The Confines of Escape
The Confines of Escape Wandering a monochrome dream, she feeds coins to a vintage machine. Trying to follow her one line in and one line out… To silence the sound of no sound above the ground. Breathing heavily… She barely breathes… Her slingback shoes have broken down, her Cartwheel hat flew miles to another town. Barefoot and ahead of the rain she jumps in her Alfa Romeo, like a sparrow with a broken wing tries to fly… within the shadows […]