Bitter wind slashes across his lover's face;
the grave beckons to her tonight.
A contest entry
- 13 Words Only for this Picture XIV by Manda Kathryn.
400 points, ended November 1, 2008, 32 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The wind slashing her face is a sharp image! I love the darkness in this
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I like this. Short, pointed. Great job.
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