Transformation into adulthood

My skin is glossifying

to the same shade of sheen

in my Vogue magazine.

It could be from all of the honey

I've been rubbing down my esophogus

or from these brutal office

lights polishing and polishing

me imperfectionless.

 

It takes years to cultivate

a pearl, squeeze a diamond

from the coal.

 

I require a dress of time

spun from pressed flowers, suspended

dust and sepia moments to unfold

my lips and declare my name.

 

 

Reviews

[allie_arrowz]

i really like the last stanza
"a dress of time spun from pressed flowers"
that's so pretty.

[AutumnBelle]

beautiful :) you're so creative!!

[Whiskurz]

Beautiful word choices....and flows like a mountain stream.....Whisk