Corinthian.

Blue lips spun from broken trinkets, fallen upon the last piece of solid ground

the web detached itself from her brittle limbs, mind, porcelain existence

eyelashes sleeping in forever dreams, where she escapes the torment that chased

and when the bells chime on the night breeze, I know she will be passing my window

an interlude of Angel breath, kissing glass in her farewell, against flickering candle light.

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She hangs chandeliers from quilt like clouds, Angel beads wrap her wrist

the colour of stars, with glitter hair that falls like snow ribbons

the eternal dancer, moving in Burgundy flowers. 

she has music from Violins and perfect lips.  

Corinthian glimmers, through worlds and wonders.

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Written in memory of my beautiful friend  Corinthian who passed away in May 2015.