I looked out the window and saw a donkey ducking from the settle as the whip hovered over him and thought he was too smart for his own good but saw a horse doing the conga and thought; now, there was a horse too wise to even know his own address, let alone stand on his own two feet.
©️Angela Aguiar
I opened the door and the room was covered in snow, powder milk white veil guarding the rails, smelling a gardenias. The mantle was freshly decorated in beige on top, bedazzled with gold. The dining table was rectangular, embroidered tablecloth with stripes on the edge, adorned by yellow tussles. The wall told fiery songs acapella, lyrics to the melodious space. The seats were brand new, puffy on top, legs crossed, embezzled with potpourri, the color of pinot noir. There were flowers sprinkled in every corner of the room; yellow here, beige there, white here, cream there everywhere my eyes landed. It was a sea of sedative colors, a veil of undiscovered pond, antidote to my amen of glory, rival only to that perfect room mom gave me for my sweet sixteenth but jolly to the girl next door.
©️Angela Aguiar
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
ludlum drive 
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