My Ramblings

And the knife ran through her wrist. May be rising from the ashes was going to be better.  After all she didn’t feel a thing while blood oozed out of that thin line.                                                              ___________________________________________________________________________________ This is my response to the Trifecta weekly challenge, which is to write a 33 word 'write-anything-on-your-own'.

Perfect as her dream, Flawed and truthful as her heart, The tunnel was just ornate, The waters singing the mild lullaby. The drizzle wetting his sweater With her hiding in a canopy The clunk of the laughter fitting  Like an acoustic playing nearby.                                                          “Where would you rather be?” He asked. Glare of love and Hope of a hope. She knew, There was no messing around! A little tilt to her side She trudged along. Patting his Cheeks she said, “Here silly, With you”, the tear billowed out.