Poems from Brianna.Rubow
Every morning, I attach this,
Balloon to my belt.
Never have I felt,
So weightless,
Unsparing, regardless.
I finally smile on my walk,...
A Treasure.
So beautiful. Desired at first site.
Corruptive to the soul.
Corruption of the marvelous.
Or the zealous.
Blinding to the eye...
I’ve been thinking a lot lately.
About what I want with my life. What ending.
About myself as an older woman. Scared of my own reflection...