Sunlight Shafts

[shakespeare]

Sunlight shafts. A rosy pale dawn that bleeds into a torrent of light penetrating this cloistered space. The curtains, drawn things as tightly closed as penitent’s lips on confession day, even they are corrupted. Light erodes the night’s serene calm, leaves the burning confusion of day in its place. And she lies, eyes as wide as they were at the

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[sheerpoetry]

This = me.
I love that it has the feel of waking up, too. (Lots more to say, but don't want to I'm public, sorry.)

*hugs*

[shuralove]

Oh how abolutely beautiful. Your language use blows my mind every time. Iove this style your writing th short piees in. There's so much room for my imagination to work <3

My favourite parts...

The curtains, drawn things as tightly closed as penitent’s lips on confession day thats so fresh and Iunderstood perfectly.

And she lies, eyes as wide as they were at the witching hour, as wide as they were at the firstblush of daybreak, as wide as they will be at the sun’s zenith. I loved the word blush -adds to the delicateness of the piece. And you know I think of the word zenith as a ~you~ word XD

The hand nearest the edge, that precipice of her isolated island, this country of soft covers and springy mattress, curls, fingers slowly folding in one atop the other, impotently.

My favourite part.Simply took my breath away and made me re read it a few times with a huge smile on my face.

Perhaps, in one life, somewhere beyond those curtains, there would be a hand in hers A weight other than expectation lying close beside her Left me with