The bell rang for the next round. The fighter groaned, face planted firmly downward. “Get up,” her mind commanded. Even as the thought ended, the eyes fluttered heavily closed. Again, the bell rang. A hand fumbled for the only target that mattered. Enduring one last ring, she struck blindly. K.O.
Daily Archives: August 11, 2015
Painting with Words
A brush of tongue
Or lightly dabbed -
Shading colors of tone
And shaping sound.
Or lightly dabbed -
Shading colors of tone
And shaping sound.
The sharp stroke
As it strikes the teeth
In violent contrast
Until at last, the sounds
Are hung, displayed
To ears and mind
Art rarely signed
twytte 