Striking & Powerful Quote: They exist, but as shadows in the dark. As strangers, they crisscross my life, connecting, disconnecting. Exclusive, ethereal. Like ghosts. And not just them. Everything. It is all invented. Conjured from nothing.
Word-Image: He frozen, then stepped back, as if punched. His mouth opened, then closed. It was almost comical. At last a single word escaped. Bitch.
Sound-Image: I dropped the paper and doubled up in pain, too much pain even to cry, and emitted a noise like a howl, like a wounded animal, starving, praying for its end to come.
Haiku: Nothingness flared A memory worth a dime Backtracking footsteps
They exist, but as shadows in the dark. As strangers, they crisscross my life, connecting, disconnecting. Exclusive, ethereal. Like ghosts. And not just them. Everything. It is all invented. Conjured from nothing.
Word-Image:
He frozen, then stepped back, as if punched. His mouth opened, then closed. It was almost comical. At last a single word escaped. Bitch.
Sound-Image:
I dropped the paper and doubled up in pain, too much pain even to cry, and emitted a noise like a howl, like a wounded animal, starving, praying for its end to come.
Haiku:
Nothingness flared
A memory worth a dime
Backtracking footsteps