Requiem for a screamA Story by Jeannette Lunete
I've never used to write down glorified and symmetrical observations about the great loss of obstacles.
My smoked viscera did it instead. I may not fear the taste of this loss but I may struggle with the absinthe that they fed me with before I even recognized my own reflection. You may look at me with an open pharynx while the canones of acrimony chase me from one scene to another with a great breeze of damping fluctuations. Although all I see is a gazing reflector following my steps to the stairs that are taking every footprint away from me. All I hear is the echo of an oblivious avenger with hebetate veins of charismatic unreason. All I feel is the paralyzed letter under my glotiss that may never build a paragraph in this sheltered novel of twisted twists.
© 2014 Jeannette LuneteReviews
|
Stats
391 Views
9 Reviews Shelved in 2 Libraries
Added on November 7, 2014Last Updated on December 17, 2014 AuthorJeannette LuneteAboutMiracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see. C. S. Lewis more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|