• Pheonix
    By: T.N. Bailey

    My unrelenting heart folds delicate figurines that mirror the condensed essence of my soul. A life of old ceases so that the newborn child of embers may rise. Beautiful, gorgeous, frightening, miraculous. None of these trivial adjectives can be suitably attached to the name of this awesome creature. She truly is the wonder of all creation. With her radiant hair drawn back like the velvet curtains of the theater, so that we the audience may view the grand performance those burning amber eyes continuously display. I am afraid to stain the phosphorus lips of this immortal bird of paradise for fear that she would erupt unto endless ashes and flow into the gentle zephyr never to be gazed upon again.