The wheel has turned,
descending
into summertime blues...
he stands alone on a street corner
giving out fliers
to a cause nobody believes in,
and she sits alone in her bedroom,
blocking out the August heat
with her black and cooling thoughts.
he lies to the world,
which has dressed him and fed him
but it's something he cannot even begin to trust,
and she crosses the threshold
away from the dollhouses
that she once happily lived in.
he softly touches her fingertips
through the thick air
that fills up his lungs with the weight of unsunk feeling,
and she speaks naughty words
through luscious lips
that are ultimately engraved on her tombstone.
he lies naked and sweaty, all alone in the corner
secretly exposed,
nothing in the world helping him move again,
and here she lies,
burning and popping,
the poison in her veins seeping out of cracked skin.
...and shutters block out the secrets
that i hide inside
bookcase rooms.
Author notes
Prompt: Melt and Spill.
It might be a little hard to see at first.
A contest entry
- Inspire Yourself (prompt) by silverscent.
700 points, ended July 4, 23 entries
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Comments
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I enjoy it when it's not obvious what the starting prompt was, and that's what you've done here.
I love your use of language, many of the phrases roll of the tongue beautifully.
There is a typo on the sixth line, I think you meant "believe."
Thanks for entering
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