Passions in Prose |
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The Mind's Eye |
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AdozNroses New Member
since 2000-03-25
Posts 7 |
They touch. Fingertip to fingertip. Warm, living flesh against cold, smooth, glass. Their eyes lock and they are transfixed. Images of the mind's eye are revealed. A black hilltop against the purple sky of night. A blazing white moon creates a black silhouette. She is there. Crouched atop the hill. Her body naked, her heart and soul laid bare. She unfolds, stretching, arching, arms reaching for the night sky. Fingertips reaching for the moon. A low moaning escapes her lips. A howl, pain and rage combined. The sound of a tortured soul pierces the night. The physical sensation of the scream rising in her throat dissolves the image before her into blackness. The mirror is cool against her forehead. Her throat aches from the restraint. Composure slowly returns. She lifts her head and looks upon her own face, a stranger in the mirror. "Even with insects some can sing, some can't" ~~ Kobayashi Issa |
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Sharon Member
since 2001-06-04
Posts 53Within a whisper |
This is beautiful! Hauntingly so. Though I'm not even sure of what you're writing about, I enjoyed it. |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
This was very discriptive and has great potential. If you were to expand a story around this it could be amazing. (MHO) Marilyn. |
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