Dark, red, rose-like crimson spills
freely from fingertips.
Cascading in terrible slivers of warm hues,
catching rays of sunlight as it slides.
I look on silently, shocked.
“These are my hands,” I hear my mind say as I look on from a
mile behind windowed eyes.
I hear the indiscernible muffled sounds
of surroundings, slowed by lack of attention into a monotonous drone,
a strange and inescapable ballad of simplicity.
It continues
pouring, plunging effortlessly from the fingers, violently rushing to
meet a new place, to find it's end. It doesn't care for me. My
heart's jagged edges just pump...
This is so so so good. The adjectives are placed so carefully throughout the drabble and give it such dimension. Love!
ReplyDeleteThanks! =]
DeleteAdjectives are my favorite thing!
More pictures!! Also, nicely written.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I actually should ask if that is okay.
DeleteI really like doing this as an illustration practice as well as a writing exercise, but if I shouldn't, I TOTally understand that, and I will just do writing.
Also, thanks.
Ohmygosh please keep illustrating. I love it!!
DeleteOkay thanks! =]
Deleteamen to nicole! i love the illustrations--they add so much :)
DeleteReally beautifully written and illustrated!
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