wama

27.02.08

two queens stand across from one another.

One stands sideways, dark black night she holds her head high a massive crown blooms from her temples. Her cigarette burns a trail of smoke protects her from head to toe. She is a flood a tear of blackness deep and sad. Her castle wall circles the lake of her body hinting at a road to travel round and out fading into a far away somewhere.

The other queen faces front. Arms outstretched, palms out by her sides, she is open and fair. Her body a mountain, her gown cascading forests dense with evergreens. But her face is faint and a bit blank. Two eyes a mouth and nothing more to distinguish it. Her crown more like a hat pointing skyward. From her shoulders down she glows and vibrates her skirts becoming wings -- she hovers and floats her head above the clouds.

posted by la kara @ 10:39