like gold, falling from my ceiling.

little shards,
twisting down
like words pouring from my lips.

their golden haze
shimmering and sparkling
in the light.

it falls like rain,
a summer shower
caressing my skin.

my hearts beats,
a constant pulse
a rush of blood.

It stops,
i hold my breath
i close my eyes.

And then,
my moment of inspiration is free.

like gold, falling from my ceiling.

Fiona Christensen

Grahamstown, South Africa

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i don’t know where. i don’t know what. i just let my fingers do the talking.

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