The soulless reflection of dead stars freckling the horizon. Haloing the bones of a haunted funfair, out on the border line. The great, rusted ribs of a rollarcoaster. A Ferris wheel, become vine trellis spokes. Derelict booths with rotting, cotton innards. A mysterious concentration of dirty bobby pins. The vandalism of careless youth spattered across soft right angles. Chemical starbursts, like a ruptured artery. Untended, unapologetic, used and discarded, without future, her beauty wastes.
4:37 p.m. - 2020-10-15
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