Untitled Haiku
#3
By Bride of SoundPublished about a month ago • Updated about a month ago • 1 min read
dusk—a curtain call
the crowd erupts, then silence
fireworks in my hair
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I explore themes of altered perception, distortion of the body, and dysfunctional romance. Sometimes chaotic, attempting to control.
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Fascinating