Verbal imagery - IV
The crimson end of the cigarette burnt like the setting sun in the dark sky beyond the window as she smiled at him and exhaled a puff - the trail of smoke making a face at him and disappearing into the world beyond with a share of her soul.
posted by Rathish at 9:15 AM
1 Comments:
hmm...sth tells me the soul went beyond the point of no return, the moment the eyes locked...and this is but a shadow of the true image...soon this too will be gone!
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