Autumn's 10 Word Challenge
You cannot stare a fossil in the eye for it lost its ability to speak a long time ago. The language bleached along with the bone.
There was once a candid look in my eyes. It was misplaced along with my smile, hidden in some oft-read fantasy.
I think I saw someone pore over that book one late night, comparing notes, finding solace in a shared sadness.
This heart, here, calling out, is now a brier and is sleeping to dream of a day, a way, better than this. Who said thorns could not wish for more, even as they embrace less.
I wonder if you distil my tears what taste would be left in them. The salt always tickled my tongue in its earnestness. Its bite is my creed.
The nexus between my body and shadow hums in dark hymn. Love can trigger the pain and the succour, and leaves me longing for the language lost.
There was once a candid look in my eyes. It was misplaced along with my smile, hidden in some oft-read fantasy.
I think I saw someone pore over that book one late night, comparing notes, finding solace in a shared sadness.
This heart, here, calling out, is now a brier and is sleeping to dream of a day, a way, better than this. Who said thorns could not wish for more, even as they embrace less.
I wonder if you distil my tears what taste would be left in them. The salt always tickled my tongue in its earnestness. Its bite is my creed.
The nexus between my body and shadow hums in dark hymn. Love can trigger the pain and the succour, and leaves me longing for the language lost.