The woman and the girl
are one in the same
She finds joy in wall rainbows,
And loves the rain
She makes crockery
Imprinted with dinosaurs,
She likes shopping at thrift stores
For clothing that screams whimsy -
Beaded necklaces,
dark velvet
And cute embroidery
Videogames
With quests primeval,
And moral threads
That aren’t so medieval
They whisper,
“There’s more to the journey
than simply good vs evil.”
The void still exists -
That gaping abyss
Cold as glass,
But weightless
It does not pull now
She can stare all she likes now
It's all but a fascinating sight
There is no question
Whether to stay,
Or to go
Eleven was such a long time ago
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 6:26 PM UTC
The woman and the girl
are one in the same
She finds joy in wall rainbows,
And loves the rain
She makes crockery
Imprinted with dinosaurs,
She likes shopping at thrift stores
For clothing that screams whimsy -
Beaded necklaces,
dark velvet
And cute embroidery
Videogames
With quests primeval,
And moral threads
That aren’t so medieval
They whisper,
“There’s more to the journey
than simply good vs evil.”
The void still exists -
That gaping abyss
Cold as glass,
But weightless
It does not pull now
She can stare all she likes now
It's all but a fascinating sight
There is no question
Whether to stay,
Or to go
Eleven was such a long time ago
Finally the next in the Retrospective poem series. The penultimate.
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