Stiched

Posted March 1, 2009
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His heart tumbled out his chest, but he did not see where it fell. His infatuations blended into wherever it went, from asphalt to cities. One day it ripped. He didn’t understand why sadness befell. A pair of hands clenched the found pieces, but chunks had disappeared. She replaced those with her own, and their souls became one.

5 comments so far

  1. floreta on March 1, 2009

    great prose! and your image is making me hungry. mmm smoothie.

  2. Seher on March 1, 2009

    wow!!
    tooooooooooooooo deep… i almost drowned :D

    take a peek into mine at
    http://eternitycallsus.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-without-losing.html

  3. Tumblewords on March 1, 2009

    Interesting metaphor…fable-like.

  4. ladygarfield on March 2, 2009

    wow… lovely.

  5. random blogger on March 5, 2009

    the honesty in your words is what makes them so beautiful.

    san.

    ps: i moved http://impudence.wordpress.com/ and have started writing again after a prolonged hiatus.


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