Alone.

bodies bumping, pressed together by brutal cold, sardines flapping in a tin can. fingers flying, faces illuminated in the LED glow of a screen. hot breath, fogging the windows, as we try to warm the chill between us. so close together yet always alone. ____________________________ Thanks for reading, ~ Victoria Elizabeth

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Escape.

feet strike pavement, echoes of a path I used to take. running from you, or toward? both are the same mistake. why do the cracks in the concrete make me crave the scratching tickle of your kiss? escape I’m free of this illusion but you’re the lie I hate to miss. Thanks for reading, Victoria…

Mask

and when the mask fades away stripped of the layers of false hope joy pride faith love all that’s left is a sad, sad girl ————————————- Thanks for reading, Victoria Elizabeth

Burn, burn, burn.

” …but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” – Jack Kerouac A photo I took during the Illuminations show at Epcot. Perfectly out of focus. Perfectly imperfect. I adore it.   Happy, Victoria Elizabeth