You slip in through the front door like a
tempest cloud. Your phantom kiss is
listless ashes, blown astray.
Monsieur, you {{saboteur}} -
I sense her parfum
spray like rain… and
now our fire
fades to
grey.
*
-Gina C. 🧚🏻♀️✨
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Gina C.
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Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Heartfelt and relatable
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Coracao
Coracao could reach into your chest, remove your heart, and place it in her own. Simple as that - ignoring the carnage of having your chest penetrated by a foreign hand, heart ripped away from your ribs with subsequent massive fucking blood loss, and another heart reconnected to your loose veins. What was her point in switching your hearts?
By Ariana GonBona day ago in Fiction
Comments (14)
Fantastic work. Love the line about “your phantom kiss is listless ashes, blown astray”
Beautiful ❤️
Well-wrought!
Amazing work, Gina! A clear scene and so lyrical! Absolutely loved it!
Lots of sensations and movement drawn to the final word.
Brilliant entry Gina, anything French and I’m there ! Hahah. Stunning and haunting cover image to match! 😊👏
Ugh, her perfume! They deserve to rot in hell. Loved your poem!
The wordplay in this is AMAZING! I love how whole of a story you tell in so few words. I am obsessed with the description of the lover's perfume being like rain putting out the flame of love. Perfect balance between creative description and pared back writing. I love this poem.
A phantom kiss of listless ashes leads into fire fades to gray. Nice job!
Wow, this is wonderful. "Now our fire fades to grey" is a heartbreakingly beautiful selection of words.
Excellent work, once again. ❤
Oooo, loved all the sensory words!! Painted such a vivid of a painful experience. Bravo, my friend :)
I love the imagery and the nods to French. Excellent poem.
Beautiful analogy of what burns and dies