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.


Fiona Christensen

like gold, falling from my ceiling. by

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

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  • markgb
    markgbover 1 year ago

    This is incredible!

  • Thanks Mark! :)

    – Fiona Christensen

  • shootback
    shootbackover 1 year ago

    I appreciate your style of writing, very nice!!

  • thank you!

    – Fiona Christensen

  • gretchen cello
    gretchen celloover 1 year ago

    here’s to inspiration and golden light :-D

  • Yay! the best things in life! :)

    – Fiona Christensen

  • Fiona Christensen
    Fiona Christensenover 1 year ago