Click-Clack Beautiful
Click-clack; A creak! And it speaks! It pries open, The hinge knows no oil, My ribcage swings revealing, My cosmic, cantankerous soul. It flows out, A spirit dressed in smoke, With blue and yellow puffs, And strands of the fabric, Of my soul a traveller. It weaves and bobs, Up and down, wears no... Sign in to see full entry.