Gentle as water sliding down your face,
A voice like a bell.
A smile as beautiful as a rose,
And as strong as an eagle.
Hands and arms with ink scribbled over them like tattoos.
Hair like a sunset.
Eyes as soft as silk.
That’s you, Moth.
Posted in response to the challenge Simile.
A thousand thoughts pounding into my head ALL THE TIME.
Whirring past at a million miles per hour.
Filling my head with noise.
The world makes it louder.
Scene One
(Stage)
(Dr. Snowday sits in her chair, wrapping tape around her wrists.)
Dr. Snowday: Actors and Techie, start the show!
Sometimes I wonder about the person I seem to be.
Is she truly me or someone else entirely?
Is it real or just a mask?
And if she's just a mask, then who am I?
Am I surrounded by lights?
Or shadows?
Comments
IT'S ME <333333
lol. yeah
lol, yeah
wow. just wow.
Log in or register to post comments.