written by: Jaya Avendel
I dream of gilded houses
But would I be lost under the high ceilings?
Sit in comfort upon the slippery chairs?
Admire the ugly art with wonder?
I dream I am a lady
The dust is a parting wave before me
The stairs are hollow with my tearful steps
The ugly art follows me with admiring eyes
There is strength in my pitiful beauty.
If I stepped from my
Life to another
I might learn to love
To even enjoy
The solitary company of my golden walls and
The conversation of the ugly art.
JULY 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Jaya Avendel is a writer living in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, where she dips her pen into the inkwell of fantasy and prose, dabbling with the stories in the forest around her. She writes at Nin Chronicles.
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