The swing sways back and forth, creaking gently.
In the cool breezes of the midnight air
Silhouettes twirl under the streetlight’s gaze.
The splash and pattering of rain colliding with cement
Is the weeping sky’s mercy to the night’s sins.
Lying hand in hand nestled in the wet grass
His fingers wrap around hers, stiff and cold
He kisses her goodnight, tears in his eyes
He promised her that night he would not cry
As he slowly lifts her from the damp ground
The cheap perfume she loved surrounding him
Tears cascade down his pale face in defeat.
Silhouettes twirl under the streetlight’s gaze
In the cool breezes of the midnight air
The swing sways back and forth, creaking gently.
Author notes
i kind of imagined someone dying in this...
maybe not exactly like the picture, but the picture triggered it :]
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- Image Inspiration #13 by Grey Mouser.
450 points, ended October 30, 2007, 13 entries
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-gasp- i didn't comment on this. i didn't even realize it.
i did read it when you posted it. and it made me go YAY but grr at the same time cause i don't like having my daughter and hubby as competition.
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Sad tale where the one is there for the other until the end and beyond. Nicely written and many thanks for entering into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
Mouser
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