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Jun 13

The Words, (Or, Goddamn Beauty)

Category: Creative Flash

She saw the tall willow and started crying, my friend who’s ice-blue eyes never shed tears. I guess there was just too much Goddamn beauty in that old tree, or loneliness, or both.

I knew the words to unlock the locks. I slit her throat where her tears fell, said the words. Beautiful nightmares came.


2 Comments so far

  1. Georgette June 14th, 2019 1:54 am

    Loneliness and beauty both could trigger the tears….very moving….

  2. Kevin June 15th, 2019 10:17 pm

    I’ve missed your voice