Camera Obscura

a transitive ache petrified in the poverty of a soul
pinned and pining by it's own pink translucent wings
the netting of nature in the necessity to procreate
a misconstrued ache abscessed in the pit of a stomach
nurtured by blue fantasy, a golden apple skips joyfully
nibbled stone to stone on a pleasant walk to the sea

~ Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/08/2010 6:35 pm est