There was that day,
scent of jasmine buoyed
by a breeze hours before
sunset, slipped through
a window, engulfing
her in perfume, ample
enough to scrap the trapped
slivers of a demonic montage
playing in her head, whistling
flawed music that shrieked,
cracking brain as veins of granite.
By black night skies, sweetness
scattered, and in the bedeviled
domain of her head, madness
resumed, inhabiting the habitat
as company settling on plush
cushions for a long stay.
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Very dark and very atmospheric. Nicely done.
Thanks, Misky. I tend to lean dark.
Lovely alliterations Sara, nice to read aloud. Really enjoyed it.
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All those pretty little voices just love talking to each other…I thought of ‘Sybil’ – I read that thick book in less than a week, then when the made for TV movie came out – I watched it. The human mind creatively complex and compellingly chilling.
Thanks for your visit to ‘Crust’ you might also like the continuing story of my latest story verse here: http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/06/sw-62-rm-mm-3-just-peachy.html