But what hung around her neck wasn’t a diamond necklace. It was a noose. A noose of expectations. She was a nightingale singing out with grief. Her grief which had soaked her blood and shriveled her loosened skin making her bones rattle in the skeletal frame. She sang like a nightingale trapped in a mortal cage, she now flutters. Flutters with pain.
Lovely words!!
Thank you so much!
really beautiful
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Wow…very vivid imagery…a fine verse IMHO.
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Just read two of your posts, i must say u should be shining in the world of writers, bravo!
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You said a lot with very few words.
Thank you for your appreciation. Means a lot.
You intrigue me whenever I read your words. Enticing really.
Thank you for your appreciation. It’s just what keeps me writing. π
lyrical
Your work is quite powerful. Glad to have found your blog–you have a gift with words.
Thank you so much. This means a lot to me. You made my day. π