Gown


Almost eventide
pearly white billows
playing with the wind
shadows climb the wall-

waiting for the call.

her fingers fumble with the procession
of buttons weaving down her length
she is free
took a breath and
lifted eyes green
to the world far from touch
white gown
cast away
into inky blackness
etching a creamy hue
among bright stars.

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