The rain pitter pattered against the window pane,
as the lone girl
stared out into the blackness.
silence echoed through her ears,
as she silently began to weep.
She didn't know why she was sad,
the moon flickering...
she rose like a ghost
and looked into the mirror,
humming along with Mozart's
requiem.
She sipped the liquid from the
crystal goblet,
closing her eyes
as the liquid burned her throat.
She sighed contentedly,
tiny feet dancing
in ballet slippers,
white night gown
dancing around her
delicate feet.
She grew tired,
and lay down on satin sheets.
Listening to the pitter patter
of rain against the window pane
as the lone girl, closed her eyes.
Tomorrow would be a better day.
After all,
she found darkness in misery.
Author notes
Hmmm....do i have something here? Well perhaps it's raining and there is some thing so deliciously macabre and depressing about the rain.
I am attempting to write through writers block
Comments
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I think you do have something here
I like the depth of imagery your portraying, the small details are so often overlooked. I especially liked the line 'she rose like a ghost'. I think this piece is certainly worth working on, you are brave tho trying to write through writers block...that is never easy! Neatly penned! 
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Let no one ever tell you
that you are not a poet lass,
this was poignant and stunning...
in the end ther is one dance
we'll do alone.
Bless your heart little gypsy,
Liam
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I like this write because the imagery tickles the senses, sorry that that sounds kind of naughty. Look what you have here:
[humming along with Mozart's
requiem.
She sipped the liquid from the
crystal goblet,
closing her eyes
as the liquid burned her throat.]
Sound and taste, not to mention:
[tiny feet dancing
in ballet slippers,
white night gown
dancing around her
delicate feet.]
Vivid sight. I see this. Made me think of the dancing part in Evil Dead 2. Great write.
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Hmmm, very delicate and interesting... the dark side of being alone... the ghost that haunts us is the one who only reveals itself to our minds.
Like I said this is very delicate. To me hard to write something dark with such gentle strokes... I think it works very nicely. Good job.
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