The Girl Who Paints The Night by Spencerwritespoems, literature
Literature
The Girl Who Paints The Night
She stretches through the city
like a canvas in the sky.
A repose scales her spine
and leaps to free-fall through her eye.
It’s an old familiar warmth
that grasps her terror by the throat.
A symphonic kaleidoscope
of luminescent notes.
She carries her trauma
like a lung full of smoke.
Each swish of her hips
a cathartic brush stroke.
Shes never spoken
of the moment
that sleighed her innocence.
Instead, she strings the pain
on her bones
and plays the instrument.
The wind carries whispers
that tug at her feet.
The prints she leaves behind
spill sonnets on the street.
The rhythm in her patter
wakes spirits underneath.
The colors in h
Devil's Got A Brand New Dance by Spencerwritespoems, literature
Literature
Devil's Got A Brand New Dance
Devil's Got a Brand New Dance
Hiding from the sunshine
tucked into the night
candles on the corner
bring your face in to the light
smoothest of the talkers
with the moves that you learned to survive
in a groove with the lambs on your altar
that would die just to watch you jive
Devil's got a brand new dance
The devil's got a brand new dance
Devil's got a brand new dance
and it looks like you
You say we all took a dip in the ocean
but lost control in the tide
we all start with hearts that are open
till the water sweeps them aside
we all get a little pleasure
laying in the bed of a lie
we all get a little bit higher
on the skeletons that w