#131 – Woman Fifty Eight

pink_cloud

She exhales a misty pink vapor

and witnesses an identical cloud

when she presses her eyes closed.

 

She expels a magenta ectoplasm,

blooms a rosy aura that

pulses through an array of

violets and hot pinks,

bends into glowing

neon, then vaporizes.

 

Like a reassurance that comes,

then goes,

her odd fog comforts

from the inside out.

 

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