By Mohana Sreshta
Admist the darkness of the cold tiles and tiredness of
the bold swears, there she lied, lifelessly, full of life
and null of breath. Her delicate form was extremely
drowned in cuts, fawned in blood and pawned in guilt
yet, the glimmer of hope filling her, powered her
diminishing halo.
Her laid body flinched everytime she heard the clock
tick, her breathe shaking to the worst, her eyes
fluttered as if it were the last time, it wasnt, not yet.
The fresh crimson o0zed through the wounds that tore
her, the red capturing more of the floor than she did.
The Caucasian glow off her turned into the paleness
she never wanted. Her shuddering mind recalled all
the words thrown at her, she coughed out the blood
that her heart cried for the only time.
And through the weakening silence of the room that
shattered her, her eyes battered for the last time as
she realised that the crimson was actually her
patience..
By Mohana Sreshta
The description just clawed at me, so clear and pretty.
It's magnificently extraordinary!!
Mesmerizing !!1
So relatable!
This is so ecstatic, would love to read this all over again!!
This is such a deep paragraph, the way blood was compared to the fleeting patience in humans is amazing!!
Way long to goo!!!
Such a metaphorical paragraph!
Would give anything to read this for the first time again