her face floated on a puddle/ draft 2
fiction
edward w Pritchard
Her face floated on a puddle of indifference;
stern porcelain exhibited as a mask,
blushing innocent at the edges,
wry at the eyes,
red sashed corseted encounters prefigured at the lips.
Will as manifest destiny.
Cracked face sinks in oblivion,
puddle become etched mandala of dimensionless melancholy.
Mandala whirl and pulsate; encounter-withdrawal, encounter-withdrawal, om, om;
Om, Om.
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