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Watercolor Phantoms

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by: Michaela Burton

2019-2020

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Black night’s shade pulled over my eyes, I lay expectant for sleep to pull me into its embrace. Pale blue and green phantoms dance behind my eyes, a spectacle of color in the dark. The cold hues play and swirl, each an individual spirit of consciousness. Tugging at my attention, unsympathetic to the consequences, they keep my focus attached to this realm. I am helpless to their hypnotic patterns, their alluring kaleidoscope of seaside watercolors.

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