On a Spectrum

Hey Momma

 ON A SPECTRUM It’s not what she says, or how she says it, Crystal our Dragon can never explain it. Anti social with repetitive habits, many don’t understand or grasp this. Crystal has always wanted to be, a light worker of the Orbs dynasty. Working at night as everyone slept, deep in her cavern, lost secrets kept. In Dragons lair, as lightening strikes, mystickal energy crosses ley lines. Lost in chit chat in her own mind, preferring silence and alone times. Some have said ‘She looks too sad’ frosty and klutzy, traits she has had. Flapping her wings and claw licking, spectrometer of rays rise on flickering. It’s in Crystal’s aura that you can see, a rainbow spectrum, of light frequency. Epidote, quartz and fizz of amethyst, moon charged rain, a shard of tryst. As virtue of autism spectrum disorder, eyes a twinkle, as prisms transform her. These are her…

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