Stiff Hues

by Star   Feb 16, 2019


His knife slowly went through the corners,
as he carefully carved broken crayons.
Tremors shaved off the light shades he
meant to choose, but instead dark thickened
fluid dripped off his frail fingers.
He wiped his forehead, while unintentionally
painting his skin crimson red.
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.
.
.
The air reeked of blood
and sharpened crayons.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Zia Mikaela

    this is short but oh so sweet! such a good piece!

  • 1 year ago

    by Adreamer

    I agree, the imagery here is stunning and while being a relatively short write, this was extremely effective. :)

  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I am genuinely sorry I missed this one; the imagery is absolutely superb.

    Well done and all the best as ever,

    Ben

    • 1 year ago

      by Star

      Not a problem :) Thank you so much, I always like to come up with new imagery!!

  • 1 year ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Goose bumps are what raised as I felt the:
    - Tremors
    - incision
    - imperception
    - hidden dark horror of trailing life

    Well done on this.

    • 1 year ago

      by Star

      Thank youuuu for reading :)

  • 1 year ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Very deep and interesting

    • 1 year ago

      by Star

      Thanks ^_^

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