buried beneath burn-edged photographs.They are the ageless obsessions
born black and blistered
with characteristic white flecks.Surprisingly
to the eyes
It was just one snap, at firstthat split itself into broken bits of girl
layering her hair with artificial reds,
browns, and blondes.She is fifty polaroid prints,
with others' curling bonesblank blinking bones
that stare you down
in their off-white glory.
(I waited such a long time to post because this is my 100th post! *confetti*I really wanted this post to be something special. Ah, well. I love you all, you are so completely amazing and inspiring. Sometimes I don't think I could get along without you and your beautiful thoughts.