“Wait for me at the bar”, he had told her… “I should join you around midnight, maybe a little earlier?” Now, he wondered if it was a good idea… He could always say he had mixed up the dates, or that he had a last minute incident that had kept him from joining her. Trip…… Continue reading Lady in red…
Dans la pénombre, Le souvenir de ta silhouette dans le mirroir. Oui, j’ai pleuré, J’ai eu peur que tu me laisses avec mon désespoir. Je ne sais pas, Comment entretenir le feu sans finir par l’éteindre. Je jette de l’essence, Et au centre de l’explosion, je ne sais plus qui craindre… Tends-moi la main, Laisse-moi…… Continue reading (Micro) poésie du vendredi…
Previously… https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/13/russian-roulette/ https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/15/russian-roulette-2/ She couldn’t beleive she had pulled the trigger a second time. You are real… He burst in a loud though nervous laughter. When she had chanced destiny again, he had tightened his grip on her wrist by reflex, and the sudden pressure on her delicate articulation had chased any possible doubt in…… Continue reading Russian roulette… (3)
She had gathered all her witchy-wichcraft precious items and had gone for a long walk in the dark woods… Seeking the perfect emplacement to implore the moon. She set up the magic stones, burned some patchouly incense while dancing in the soft moon beams… Chanting incantations, in a strange language she had learned in her…… Continue reading I put a spell on you…
Previously; https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/13/russian-roulette/ She skipped a breath as the hammer hit. He had taken a step forward as her finger had pulled the trigger for the first time, but seeing that the bullet was still in the gun, he had backed up, now standing exactly where he previously was. If she had been in the mood…… Continue reading Russian roulette… (2)
The feeling of being watched… Where am I, there, sitting on a bed… I think? As my thoughts try to clear out, a silhouette bends over me. Hands hold my head up, the dark contour of the mysterious man gets down to leave two long pecks on my cheeks. The warmth of his breath on…… Continue reading Blurry…
She held the gun to her temple, defying him. What are you trying to prove? Her finger on the trigger, she kept silent. She had made herself clear already, and there was no discussion possible. Staring coldly, she was waiting for him to react before she pulled a first time, possibly sealing her destiny.…… Continue reading Russian roulette…
You’re hot… Deep down I felt the need to tell you, but remained silent. I know you’d blush at the thought that I really mean it. You wouldn’t believe me, wouldn’t want to believe me, just couldn’t believe the words if they came from me. You’re hot… You are, my dear, in your own…… Continue reading H like hot… (A to Z Challenge)
Running down the spiral stairs, hoping for guards only behind them and not awaiting on ground’s floor. The sound of the military boots deafening, covering any other noise in the tower, even the stomping of their racing hearts… Reaching the second story, he suddenly stopped! Leaving her, nearly bumping on his back. Turning her…… Continue reading The spiral…
She was lying in the tall hay, eyes closed, open minded… What is summer…? It might have slipped from her lips. Or his, had he been there. But she was alone, with her thoughts, resting in the field, her skin offered to the sun. What is summer…? Summer is all about feelings, that’s why…… Continue reading Cicada song…
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