RUSH
It grew in the arms of lavender tinged bubbles and red glass bangles-a beauty that only stupid stupefaction could appreciate to full extents. And on its tiny fluctuations a hand fell, its curious little fingers tickling the innards till they broke their own fragile bodies breaking to uncontrolled, shrill laughter. And then the beautiful glass bangles broke into ugly red stories, unwanted progeny of mesmerizing magnificence…
His webbed fingers pointed at the sun-smeared sky with a threat to break it just the same way; a vile promise. And then he began with the daily business of whispering to the statue with restlessly moving eyes. His goggles covered over half his face and the other half he forced to unending activity, the old pink lips moving with a fish-like rapidity. The skin and bones statue would not speak, his mouth surrounded by a white stubble trying in vain to hide his secrets-sorrow of not being able to earn for his family, a parched lip pouting with the need for food and the stiff upper lip cut to half its size on being charmingly honest even deep under this pit. The pair of dark glasses stared at me; unfocused and almost there, my eyes stay still, threatening for a next move from under their half mast behind fogged frames when the siren announces the end of the war, even before it began.
Red lips move closer to my ears, wafting with them a putrid smell of decaying fishes before my eyes ward them away. Her cheap orange lipstick opens and closes ricocheting words, which my curled brown lips promise to pay no heed to. She smiles her whorish smile, her ample breast jumping up and down in amusement or need for attention. The apple enters her mouth and she sets about masticating with a primitive manner, the orange now smeared on the white innards of the innocent apple and beyond the confines of her huge lips, a poisoned purple now sickly growing under the coats of sunlight lips. And then I let my eyes close, a million voices to play from yesterdays notes, promising myself never to stay awake travelling second class.
His webbed fingers pointed at the sun-smeared sky with a threat to break it just the same way; a vile promise. And then he began with the daily business of whispering to the statue with restlessly moving eyes. His goggles covered over half his face and the other half he forced to unending activity, the old pink lips moving with a fish-like rapidity. The skin and bones statue would not speak, his mouth surrounded by a white stubble trying in vain to hide his secrets-sorrow of not being able to earn for his family, a parched lip pouting with the need for food and the stiff upper lip cut to half its size on being charmingly honest even deep under this pit. The pair of dark glasses stared at me; unfocused and almost there, my eyes stay still, threatening for a next move from under their half mast behind fogged frames when the siren announces the end of the war, even before it began.
Red lips move closer to my ears, wafting with them a putrid smell of decaying fishes before my eyes ward them away. Her cheap orange lipstick opens and closes ricocheting words, which my curled brown lips promise to pay no heed to. She smiles her whorish smile, her ample breast jumping up and down in amusement or need for attention. The apple enters her mouth and she sets about masticating with a primitive manner, the orange now smeared on the white innards of the innocent apple and beyond the confines of her huge lips, a poisoned purple now sickly growing under the coats of sunlight lips. And then I let my eyes close, a million voices to play from yesterdays notes, promising myself never to stay awake travelling second class.
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posted by De.vile at 12:05 PM
7 Comments:
very vivid picture it draws in me mind..beautifully written..
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The work of an unparalleled imagination.
i can vividly see the orange-tinged apple. the primitive mastication. orange lips. the pungent smell of fish fish. as if those people would jump right out of your words. as if i'm there myself, traveling second class.
Then initial part of it like shaking his fist at the sun..reminds me of smeagol urff gollum...
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