White Lace


Credit: Monika Luniak Draped in white lace, she sits encircled in smoke. Ash put beside her, burn marks on her shoulder; she enjoys the pain, buzz. Her dress lays lightly over her shoulder shielding, exposing her. Surrounded by grey-black smoke, wrist on her knee, a dangling hand; her mind drifts away inhaling, exhaling inhaling, […]

White Lace

By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)