Thursday, January 18, 2007
Unsleep
She lies wrapped in a 200 thread count cotton cocoon. Warm and unwilling to emerge, she turns over to stare out the window. Rain drops cling to the pane like transparent pearls, trembling as the howling wind and police sirens swirl together. Like operatic valkyries they swoop down and carry away the recently deceased silence.
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Loved the new template :)
That was very beautiful, thanks. :)
My thirst has been quenched. Now, you can continue your social service. :p
Good Lord, the last line was the clincher. Awesome as always :-)
The death of the silence drove me mad. Too much howling-just couldn't sleep.
This should come as no surprise to anybody, but I didn't get it.
Shoefie, the imagery is wonderful. I know what every single word means. I can even pronounce 'valkyrie.' But you're going to have to explain this one to me.
Similar to my state of mind last night. Nice diction.
beautiful..left me speechless
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