Soft colors of a thin fabric always hide first.
Do they bleed through to the back? Or do they stick stuck to the middle?
Inked on the inside of an empty dress, printed patterns collide.
They struggle against the wrinkles. They relax against the formed.
Curled into coarseness, they gently fold backward.
This post was taken from the blog: www.awordofsubstance.com
Published by Rebecca Lee
Written by Rebecca Lee