Sunday, 8 August 2010

Upstairs away from your eyes

self harm[5]

Sketching her dreams on fine wrists

each line a delicate slice

of the past

leaves her strong

for the empty night

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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.