Sepia wisps of a former love
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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. |
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| 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. | Posted on 2016-05-11 00:00:00 | by MyPeriodical | [ Reply to This ] | |
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