The shadows wait for you, and you slip gracefully through. You’re so slinky that other girls mimic your moves. They shift and shimmy within their outlines, trying on poses to find their groove. Slinky, you find doors that didn’t exist, unrolling the world as you go, and the wind brings gossip to you. Echoes of your laugh lilt and linger in the corridors of power and promises start to come true.
Ibis in the twilight
They connect me to the world, These ibis out my window shining white in the twilight.
Well said!
The only slinky I liked walked down stairs it you shoved it just right. The slinky you so eloquently speak of should be avoided at all costs.