The Story Inside
I found a hidden recess
Concealing something deep within
Strangely mythic occupants
Behind a second skin
Like a tumbler in a whirlwind
I tremble as I spin
Tongue-tied as a puppet
Dangling on a string
Or like the spellbound harlequin
Waiting in the wings
My silent movie pantomime
Echoes in the din
Words that burn and bristle
Rise as I descend
Revealing shrouded faces
Through an iridescent lens
Written by © Raven Drake
March 26, 2012
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