Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Microstories: The Break Up

In the gloaming we sat,
hidden.

A goodbye tryst, he promised;

A last kiss in the twilight.

And so I leaned
into his darkness,
my lips parted.

In the gloom
his strong hands
gripped my neck...

He forgot that
I carry concealed.



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9 comments:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 4, 2015 at 7:41 PM

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  2. kymmFebruary 5, 2015 at 3:52 AM

    A most excellent last couplet!! Perfectly phrased, ma'am.

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  3. Jen BrunettFebruary 5, 2015 at 8:26 AM

    Great!! A huge story in a tiny word count. Love this one. :)

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  4. IraFebruary 5, 2015 at 8:48 AM

    Absolute treat!

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    Nosed through some of your posts and this one just reached out and grabbed me. In the right place, of course. I carry concealed as well. Well, well done!

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