It tastes of the river.
Bones rattling in the empty darkness
Echo in the stillness of her ribcage.
Restless; you stare into the stormy night,
Imagine bodies falling from bridges.
A light footfall and the sound of indigo
Blend into the subway. It spills its secrets
To the dark tunnels
As women rush by
Exposing wrists–haggard and drawn
As the worn grey scent of money.
You move your fingers over her spine
And think of lightning.
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Hello and welcome to my page~
My name is Larisa--a very common Slavic name that was either derived from the Latin word hilaris, meaning "cheerful," or from the Greek city of Larissa, meaning "strong fortress."
Born in Ukraine, I emigrated with my family to America when I was still a small child and now make my home in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. Growing up immersed in two vastly differing cultures led me to have a burning curiosity about people all over the world. Stemming from said curiosity, I have fallen in love with traveling to other countries, meeting new people and delving into their culture, exploring new cities, and of course, dining on the local cuisine!
If I cannot escape into a different country, then my next favorite method of adventure is to lose myself in a spectacular book. I enjoy books of all genres--from fiction and novels, to biographies and ethnographies. As long as it captures my fancy and holds me spellbound the entire time, I will burn through the book like a forest fire! Because of this penchant for reading and travel, coupled with my love of deep and mysterious things, I have been often called a dreamer and I find the title suits me.
With that being said, I invite you to stay a while, perhaps make yourself a cup of tea and linger through my posts and feel free to comment or share a thought :-)
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Oh I like this. New things to discover with each read. ☺️
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Thank you! It’s a little on the dark side but it’s on of my favorites.
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Mine too!
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Blimey, that was pitch black! Love the imagery – especially the worn scent of money.
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Ahh I’m glad it made you feel something ☺️
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Very dark, Larisa. Wonderful, but dark.
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I like that piece. I wrote it years ago. I think I want to take a trek back into that darkness again 😌
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I find that I write best when I’m in a dark place, although I don’t like being in a dark frame of mind.
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I hate being in a dark frame of mind so much. I love extrapolating from it, but I’m fine not going near it with a 39 and a half foot pole. For me, when I write, I can’t really use my mind. As odd as that sounds. It’s like it flows from somewhere else and my mind is just the conduit where the images form and get translated to words. I hope that makes sense.
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It absolutely makes sense. Keith Richards once said, and I have to paraphrase, that songs write themselves. You need only be receptive when they arrive. So, yes, I agree with you.
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💐♥️
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🌹❤️
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