sedimentary sentimentality

unveiled before an invisible audience

to artificial applause

she was designed to be a monument

the indestructible ingénue

a pillar made of granite and butterflies

she stands tall, a towering ballerina

a handful and a heroine

brutal and beautiful at the same time

a gorgeous slab of stubborn femininity

trying to love herself as much

those translucent admirer’s do

as much a statue as she is an exotic bird

a hardened heart with gossamer wings

a moldavite mannequin with a marauder’s soul

intricately carved by sedimentary sentimentality

a stone without a home

a. duncan, 2018








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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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