(Vintage Blouse and Skirt; Dolce Vita Wedges; Handmade by me Chain Link Rabbit Foot Necklace)
I decided for every outfit post I should include a piece of poetry I have written... read if want, it might just bore.
Our skin lay out
Hung like prized winnings from Mongolian farmlands
tightly woven through little knobs on a neighbors porch.
The armies youth glares at our hollow eyes while God's tears splash upon the lifeless nude flesh
Laughs, Fingers, and snarled teeth mock
away the mild winter's day.
Art for a cause is where we hang.
-November 30, 2009