Beneath the cruise controlled breeze, rides the uncertainty that rules her. Ceremoniously blinded by the gust, she quietly chases to license the storm, frantically craving to bury the indiscreet and ill defined twister.
©️Angela Aguiar
Month: April 2018
Pretending
I want to find a name who will give me a hand, carve my eyes, contour my head, dress my stomach, feel my heart and dance me a mean tango.
I want to wink at a robot who will pump harder then the midnight train, zigzag faster then a gazelle, flash the colors of the rainbow and mimic the hurricane rain.
I want to smile at a body who will read me stories, corner me at the photo stand, whisper me a melody and buy me one mean gelatto.
I found him yesterday on the artist table. Curly hair, luscious teeth, colourful feathers, standing slim and tall, dressed like a roaster in aluminum foil, a comic book character of sorts laying under a pencil of an illustrative page.
©️Angela Aguiar
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Broken Vessel
Abandoned on the kitchen counter with a long stick penetrating its stitch, her heart hammering a gas pump, taps with rage for being brusquely woken. Towering without permission, desecrating and feeling like an angry beast, she throws herself at the deep hole frolicking her frenzy hair to shelter her angst. Pricked by a nail and boosted by a cylinder, there came the jaded neon light rocket propelled grenade jetting through the falling meteorite. White flag on hand, she thunderly hails to the Android screaming peteously but snubbed by the passerby and succumbed to fainted hair-raising winks, she squelched gently into a crawl, conceding to the shattered trek.
©️Angela Aguiar
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