Untouched and Deserted

Like an old creaky door
I subconsciously protest
Like fading carpet
I'm silently frayed.
Like a crumbling wall
I am unpredictable
Like a tower of cards
I'll collapse right away.
          I embody the gate
          with the swinging chains
          Like a safe I keep things hidden
          I radiate  whistles
          of fiery kettles
          itchy as old red mitten.
                    As a worn sticky draw
                    I will not open up
                     like a plastic bag caught in a tree...
                    Just as mold grows in places
                    untouched and deserted
                    I hid all my feelings from me. 
 
Picture of Treblemaker smiling to the side with a willow tree and pond behind her

Treblemaker

NY

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    To live in a space among the stars
    I'd have to get binoculars
    To see the dentist on the moon
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    By Treblemaker

    Frost

    Its fingers were hot
    and cold and
    sweet and dark.
    All at the same time.

    Sleeeeep. 

    It whispered in her ear.
    Her petals shivered.
    Its breath ran slowly
    down
    her stem and
    tickled a leaf.

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