Anoxia wears her hair down,
her long dark fringe covering her face.
She sits quietly in undisturbed corners
with little foot traffic,
sitting with her favourite warm brew.
She tends to her musings in isolation,
drafting her news creations
whilst reviewing her older ink blots,
working on them,
building on them,
smudging their edges,
casting shadows into her white notebook
that was never meant to stay white.
They were nothing like her sister’s, Aerobic,
with bright colours and intricate details.
She signs her name in the corner
–a bleak scratch –
conveniently leaving the date out at times.
A dedicated artist;
she remained elusive and mystifying especially
when her pieces were unearthed.
Anoxia’s work sat in the depths of her notebook
until curious explorers walked onto undisturbed corners with warm brews.
Updated: 18 August 2017
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