A forbidden reality has become the fate with her each trial and every disgrace. Crimson tears flow from her lips crowning her throat with scarlet. A frisson of surprise shoots through his veins as she crawls helpless deprived of her every strength, heedless to any word. Breathe ragged, face feeble in color. Dark silver lines the skies as her detestation surrounds her heart. One last breathe rises, one last breathe falls. Be still. Be silent like the encompassing air. She becomes nameless. Another Jane Doe.
Author notes
Something in my next novel.
Written August 21st, 2005
What did you think
Comments
-
it may be in the works for your next novel, but at this point it makes an excellent prose-write. I'm always trimming writes like this down to line breaks when first writing a poem, but here there'd be very little trimming and just pivotal line breaks to bring it to a poem...but I really feel it works better as prose overall just for the flow of the read.
good writing, and glad I had the chance to read this!
Jo
Adding your comment:
1 old applause
