Pinkie – Thomas Lawrence

Pinkie

A light coral stains her pale cheek

Luscious dark curls cascade into perfection

The long white clutches around her body as the wind

plays with the fabric

Wild twirls of the satin peach ribbons reach across her face

In the distance, ominous clouds roll across the horizon

A storm like no other hangs above the world of all creation

She should run, escape before the inevitable chaos begins

Yet the young beauty stands grounded, hands outreached

eyes piercing into your own

Just as muddled and full of decimate as the heavens above

the windows into her soul

were blurred, hiding abomination within

-ewheezey

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