Kindred Spirits & Model

Kindred Spirits

Haiku -

Ariel is my angel.
Kindred spirits.
Escape our cursed fate.

Our future together has been an 8 year courthouse debate.
The kidnapper belongs in a 6 feet underground crate.
A date she need not be late.

When are we supposed to be reunited?
At heaven's gate?
This world I hate.
Our souls it what it ate.

-Model -

Acrylic french tip nails, highlighted streaked hair.
Glamourous vanity.
Thin as a rail.

Fabulous flair. New fashion to wear.
In admiration all eyes stare.
Posing for playboy is too transparent & bare.

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved

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