Dismembered
fragments of
a story- that much
loved second line,
a middle thought of
never written,
and ending -
now lie
furiously
putrifying
in my mind.
a story- that much
loved second line,
a middle thought of
never written,
and ending -
now lie
furiously
putrifying
in my mind.
posted by kaaju katli | 7:09 PM
6 Comments:
aahaa..oho!!
this is fantastic. your best work to-date.
Very evocatively said... "beautiful", I would say, but that's for the way you've written, not for the image that it brings to mind! :)
I am looking forward to the story now..and dont let it putrify.Just let it flow!
:)
Indira---
it's paradoxical how fresh
the word "putrifying" becomes
the darker the ink
the sharper the line?
self-irony's the mother
of all charm
cheers, d.i.
Excellent, as always.
This is phenomenal! Brilliant! :-)
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