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First thing
in the morning
I notice
the purple patches
on my chest
across the floor
all the way
to the window
Upon reaching there
I see the broken glass
crusts of crimson
on the jagged edges
dried
ominous
outside
the moonless night
has been replaced by
the day of hard sun
I break down while
washing my face
that's right
love is a werewolf
Published 19th May 2012
| Edited 21st May 2012
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20th May 2012 1:10am
I have to think about this for a bit. It's interesting, thought provoking.
The end is stellar, though. So many bold images can be evoked by that phrase.
A shapeshifter, something that infects, steals the night from, a killer...
I do like the ending.
Betty
The end is stellar, though. So many bold images can be evoked by that phrase.
A shapeshifter, something that infects, steals the night from, a killer...
I do like the ending.
Betty
21st May 2012 5:24am
Betty
Thank you, as ever.:)
Just a random thought this was a while back.
I guess by revisiting my scribbles I can find
more interesting stuff.
And yes, the ending could be different for
readers. True.
So good to have you around,
Sumeet
Thank you, as ever.:)
Just a random thought this was a while back.
I guess by revisiting my scribbles I can find
more interesting stuff.
And yes, the ending could be different for
readers. True.
So good to have you around,
Sumeet
26th May 2012 5:52am
31st May 2012 10:49am
Indie
I am glad it did. A rare moment.:)
Writer's block these days. Hope to
be back soon.
Be good.
Sumeet
I am glad it did. A rare moment.:)
Writer's block these days. Hope to
be back soon.
Be good.
Sumeet
