The dress
you made her wear
all the jeunesse dorée years of despair
no longer fit
too tight
the seams ripped
apart
and birds flew out
like panthers
dark against light
her wrists with their side ways cuts
her shorn hope
awash with the raw salt of relief
she could breathe
she could breathe
TheFeatheredSleep 
I love this poem, well done. Definitely re-blogging!
Reblogged this on The Phoenix Rises.
Wonderful imagery.
Thank you so very much!!!♡♡♡♡
Thank you so much my friend
The relief of release is bliss
A wonderful image
Thank you so much D!
Today (you will laugh) I sniffed one of the Vegemite paintings and YES it made me want to eat Vegemite! They should have thought of that in their advertising campaign!
Seriously ? They still smell ?!
Quality!
Lol !!