Crescent_Moon

A writer's life is hard
but magical
filled with bursts
of creativity

These bursts 
are sudden and often
slip through
the cracks of memory
before they can be
recorded
written down

I paint sparkles
across the lids
of my eyes

I paint sparkles
across my cheeks

I paint sparkles
across bow of
my pursed lips

when I lift my hand
to rub my face
it comes back covered
in sparkles

I like
to wait
as long
as possible

I like 
to wait 
to the 
last second
and then
speed
right 
through it

I like
to drag things
out
over a long
period