She swayed
And her hands spoke as her eyes slipped
And she blew
His mind from her fingertips, smoking
The last cigarette in a pack
Of gift wrapped promises
And the highest of low slung verbs
Before everything stopped- her hands
Grasping the limp string of her
Fate and her mind
Blown.
I applaud the adroit skill
I applaud the adroit skill with which you create metaphors that are highly descriptive of emotion.
J-Called
Would A Comma Hurt?
Okay, 6th read and ?'s but that worked cause I sailed on "...gift wrapped promises..." the dash and space helped to finish the one line poem. Wow! Can she write! ~S~