The Prima. By themischievousannaJanuary 13, 2016 Beauty has joined her collapse, To become a synapse Into an Unconditional, Fate. Before the judgement, Of an audience Whose appetite is her Hate. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, Poetry, WritingTags: art, artist, ballet, dance, emotions, fiction&poetry, painting, photography, poetry, writing Related Articles Under the wasted rubble. By themischievousanna2 months ago Another subject. By themischievousanna2 months ago The Messiness of Illusion. By themischievousanna2 months ago Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.