Frozen Innocence.
By TornPieces
"Have you tasted death?"
asked the pale boy,with his body silhouetting winter
trees.
The small girl's hand lifted and moved across the air,
as if tracing old winds...
Her head moved up and down, responding
to the curious boy.
"I have, but death is timely.
Death
is a perfect line...like this."
She took his left wrist and
traced the same wind...
he closed his eyes, because it was familiar...
"What about murder?" he whispered..
Her blue eyes fixed
upon his closed eyes...and she brought
his hand to the top of his
head...
"murder is the most timely"
moving his hand down
his closed eyelids
"The murder of the soul, is a story in each
breath of wind."
her hand reached his neck...
"Murderous
stories, live in my fathers hands...
right here....."
she
gently pressed his cold palm against his neck and curled his fingers around
his neck.....and he flinched....
he opened his eyes, and noticed
the wind had blown off her scarf....
Dull red, orange, blue,
and purple....stained her pale neck....
"We have both tasted
death... "
Look at our clock....it is perfect.
Our souls
murdered..
our love murdered
but in this iced world...
against
these black trees..
he looked into her blue eyes, and
the sunrise faded into his pupils.
Comments on "Frozen Innocence."
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A former member wrote:
Great work! I instantly saw it play out in my mind while reading
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A former member wrote:
Very good little write. I agree on what Dwells said.
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On Thursday, July 12, 2012, dwells
(4284) wrote:
Sounds like two lost souls sharing a very personal moment in a desolate place perhaps. Pondering some old and maybe unanswerable questions. Very well done, cheers!
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A former member wrote:
Yes, this was different...and beautiful...I loved that they agreed and the black trees so beautiful...:D