Fevers and Chills

With black tendrils
she sways,
down her forehead
and brushed back
with toned, olive polish.
Her clothes fall freely
with her legs,
her breasts,
her feet bare
when she can 
help it. 
Subtly, into back
she fades - 
no, 
like the backdrop 
walks with her.

Published by josheiler

1 Comment

  1. PoeEternal says:
    June 22, 2022 at 12:25 pm

    WOW!

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

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