Black.
She looked at me suspiciously, peered into my upturned face and exhaled freshly inhaled smoke out of the corner of her mouth. She took a very deep breath, pulled herself up to her full height and began…
It is darker than darkness, it is viscous and shiny black, it is soft… so very soft and black… a deep, dark, hungry black. It consumes every ounce of light, every speck of life, every bit of you and so much of me. It slithers and slides through the doors, through the laughter, through the pain. It sneaks up on you when you least expect it. It stays, it settles down, it rests in the dark corners after it has had its fill. It waits for light to shine, eyes to smile, people to forget how it’s been waiting… waiting patiently, lazily… for quite some time now.
Without realising what I was saying, I whispered, don’t my eyes match that black?
peregrine said,
20 June 2009 at 4:14 am
t is darker than darkness, it is viscous and shiny black, it is soft… so very soft and black… a deep, dark, hungry black
u break my heart.. this is so awesome………….. :)
Sirop said,
20 June 2009 at 12:07 pm
Sirop *takes a bow*, then forgets all about it and smiles a big happy smile Heeeee!
Purely_Narcotic said,
20 June 2009 at 9:37 am
Hush. So sinister, so chillingly cold especially that seemingly innocent last line, ‘don’t my eyes match that black?’
Sirop said,
20 June 2009 at 12:07 pm
Shhh…
ani said,
22 June 2009 at 9:16 am
kya effing ufffffff cheez.
aap Om hai.
yay ! clap !! :)
Sirop said,
22 June 2009 at 9:37 am
Aap bhi. Madness.
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1 July 2009 at 9:28 pm
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