Wednesday, 7 March 2012

ALEXANDER MCQUEEN

ALEXANDER MCQUEEN 
Mushrooms growing
in darkness a moss
filled room
sweating as they
become bigger
you could smell the time
passing
natures beauty
swelling
fins exploding
lace delicately
sewn
no faces
just a mirror
of what could be there
a ghost from the past
hidden nearly
gone
her spell upon
me
like as if they
were in the sea
floating
the lank mildew
and red
livid veins
the mushrooms changed
chains of time
set loose
to a fairy land
of pumping blood.

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