Little Black Book Index
The cavernous
The blue
So dark
It was almost black
Trapped this deep
Desire
to be
transported
Up
Out
The subterranean
HIDDEN
in the corner of the sea
Generational chains
rusted
around my ankles
and arms
Were unlocked
A voice spoke
No longer
live in the depths
Emerging
to the surface
Ever…so slowly
Adjusting
my sight
and breathing
The atmospheric pressure
Had compressed
my eyes and lungs
The Free Diver who came from air Leads me
Crystal Anzalone
November 8, 2007
Crystal
The reticulated feminine imagination of Firefly Horizons and aesthetic architect of its contextual nature. Crystal establishes artful metaphor and metonymy in interpretative language to convey abstract questions to easy answers. Through sovereign reflection, she initiates imaginative beginnings. Read more about Crystal • Articles by Crystal
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