Mirage

Tabloids bleed passing whispers that insecurity loves to read; owls overhead hoot what they see while they watch passersby. A clover or two of truth mixed with five parts exaggeration sings to the insignificant. Actors can’t shake the demons they don’t know they have; instead, they must dance around all of the leering eyes before mirages kiss them.

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5 comments so far

  1. Kilauea Poetry on

    Intriguing thought provoking piece..I wasn’t surprised it was you.

  2. Lori Saul on

    Amazing imagery and power. Very nice- thanks for sharing your work!

  3. lostmermaid on

    liked it !!

  4. Amber on

    Wow
    Amazing

  5. 2cats on

    I liked this. Nice use of Lucky.


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