you don’t know
the one who wakes to write
don’t recognise
her running face alight
don’t know
the music of the undertow
or why
they prize
a face like snow
nor how she prays
or where
the chain is
attached today
like a kite
flying
tethered light by sinew-string
so high
you don’t even
hear her sing
Photo: Rosie Kerr on Unsplash
clairevetica 
Hey Claire! Wonderful piece you have written here. What did you mean by ,”why they prize a face like snow”.
Hi Karan, thanks for reading! I was thinking about goth makeup and how people don’t always get why it’s appealing to me.
Oh ohkay! Very well put. Thank you for your comment Claire.
P.S Stay safe!😊