Description: well, i am back again to write with the tides of another school year. now with more angst due to a teenage breakup. marvelous. read up, angels.
Sepia wisps of a former love -------------------------------------------
analisa fell asleep in florescent moods
orchestrating a wisp of a former lover
clutching his jacket to her collapsing chest
breathing in the sickly sweet smell
falling away like the screech of a halting record
blood clotting in the corners of her puckered mouth
yes, this takes her away to somewhere she's always been
traveling along a sepia road, clouds in the south, heading fast towards her umbrella
protecting her scarved head, above a sputtering jalopy
breif thoughts slice through her unconsious mind
rain could be in the cards for my sepia dream
for cattles are laying like books on a shelf
but upon closer inspections
hearts carved out, throats slit, sharp grass leaving heels to bleed in silence
back in bed, quilted pensiveness listlessly sweeping her breaths away
breaths now immune to his
sickly sweet memory.
This reminds me of my latest (at the time) entry, Isaiah, but in contrast to mine, yours holds a lot of detail. This is about a woman with heart-break, thus resulting in more retrospection and present ache, whereas Isaiah's laden with introspection and guesses - I guess. It could be that I just need to work on my imagery.
There's description here that I couldn't muster with all the time in the world - Unless I get better.
I hope you've gotten better. This is artistry, this is a story told with rhythm. You could tell stories of other worlds if you tried.