lingered in the corners,
grasping every available point
of refraction. She slid her
fingertips along the glass
wondering if this was all there
ever was. Or could be.
The last strains of sunlight
Now replaced by darkness,
blanketing inside and out
In emptiness. Still she stands
palms on the window
waiting, watching but not knowing what
ever was. Or could be.
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The second verse completes Trifextra challenge for week thirty one.
I love how the second verse is sort of a reflection of the first.
ReplyDeleteit felt so... empty. yet, written lovely. i especially liked this part, i found it to be the strongest bit: "palms on the window/ waiting, watching but not knowing"
ReplyDeleteNeat take on the prompt. I too like the repetition here.
ReplyDeleteLovely imagery. And the waiting is so poignant in this piece.
ReplyDeleteA feeling of hopelessness and despair. Nice emotive choice.
ReplyDeleteI could imagine here standing there with her palms on the window and it brought out the OCD in me because she's going to leave prints! LOL. Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteThis carries the story through very well. :D
ReplyDeleteNice response. I like how it described the scene after nighttime came.
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